I fog up the cool silver glass with hot air from my lungs, the kind that whispers of attainable dreams, the kind that could fill a balloon
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
My mother Doesn’t take me Seriously. She believes My mental illnesses Are something to Spite her; that I Simply want
By Nina Pierce2 years ago in Poets
Love is no stranger to humanity in crisis. Paranoia labored men to fend for themselves. But you sacrificed your panic to forlorn drifters.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
I shattered from the weight of your malevolent words, you cast at me with hate. ** Your dark illusions, of what love was supposed to be,
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Sitting in a room, full, causes anxiety Words, can never escape It ends up like makeup Putting on a face to make it easy
By Lady Psyren2 years ago in Poets
The Wanderer Within I walk a path, both bright and dim, A winding road carved deep within. The stars above, the earth below,
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
‘‘We all carry the weight of overthinking and regret, but freedom lies within. This poem is a gentle reminder to let go, love yourself, and embrace the present.’’
By Rhythm2 years ago in Poets
Perhaps my pondering, should stay where the water ripples, around my feet rather then what is beyond the golden horizon.
I awoke this morning thinking of The Fool, his message of spiritual rebirth echoing within me. * Even though I’ve been at this work
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
It begins in whispers, a dull ache rising, soft like the hum of a storm just beyond the horizon. But soon, it roars. It twists, it wrings,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Open hearts collide, Walls of trust crumble like glass…… Again, I stand alone.
You fall into recessesOf your self-injurious mindHead-over-heels, self-loathing for what? Again You've a hand encumberedWith the grasp I engageTo hold you just short of Hell
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
