Mental Health

The Green Bottle
Moon of tinted glass, how you pierce the throat of night. The hibiscus trees weep poison. They weep poison. * In the yard, crows circle
By G. A. Botero2 years ago in Poets
Morning Harmony - Your daily being means a lot for Your being of the heart mind and soul
Your daily being will greatly harmonize with Your natural flow while intuitively directing You to where to tap in the morning phase while still in the dream Your mind are trying to leave the pleasant or unpleasant charm
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
Til I Become Wooden
Sitting still, I become like stone. * Snow covered in a white blanket. ** My head resting on my hand *** Frozen in a moment of time
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Garden of Confidence. AI-Generated.
Beneath the soil of doubt and fear, Lies a seed, though small, sincere. A whisper of hope, a fragile start, The quiet pulse of a growing heart.
By F.R.B.2 years ago in Poets
All We Really Want
All we really want, I think, is to be understood. To know * we are seen from our Truth, our reality: our damage, our *
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Forgotten
Forgetful Forgotten My mind's ever present lull My neurons firing at cotton Forgetful Forgotten Are my thoughts really null? Am I really this rotten? FORGETFUL FORGOTTEN IS IT JUST ME THAT FEELS RESENTFUL OR DO I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON? I AM FORGETFUL I'VE BEEN FORGOTTEN Forgive me, but, what's your name again? Maybe it's right that I'm never remembered Because other people, my mind has never rendered Some, I know, I can write their entire history But most people I know are an entire mystery I've known these people for my whole life But god help me, I can't remember the name of their wife Their very face I can't picture Could I be any thicker? Why is it that only facts and song lyrics stick? But when it comes to people I've hit a wall of brick I can't be the only one with this malady But it seems like I'm alone in this reality And I don't see a solution To my constant involution Spiralling inwards with no conclusion Barricading myself from any intrusions I stand alone with an unanswerable question Did I choose this, or is it a product of my inattention?
By Hannah Alexander2 years ago in Poets
Inner Peace Amidst Chaos
When You live like a monk and synchronized Your life with the people around and environment where days and weeks become harder and harder from day to day to really save Yourself but then it comes the time You really become One and again Christmas time and New Year festive realm and You are thrown not only in the plays and games theatre of them all but it's like a triple army that attack from all sides and You are there dreaming about rest but at the same time trying Your best to manage all of them and even if things go great how much of a harm was in there so You heal heal then You need rest but They never can be in peace not even one single day sleep doesn't even arrive because it has been eaten by the ones who live to hurt.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
Growth Precedes Gratitude
Only when people actually grow and truly feel the benefits that this growth brings to themselves can they truly be grateful for the various opportunities that have brought them growth, and can they say from the bottom of their hearts: 'Everything is the best.' Only by making positive interpretations can negative things be interpreted in a positive way.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Dumb Reason.
What goes on at the other end? What really goes on here? I try my hardest to make sense of it all— close my eyes, sit still,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
The Chase.
The little girl, with snot on her nose, screams loudly, running down this endless road. _____ She is on a chase. The one she pursues laughs in her face,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Ghosts-2
Ghosts of future memories haunt me Staring off in the distance As tells from my scryne tingle down my spine as they exit my mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
ice deeper. Content Warning.
more family to me than mine ever was, the chosen ones. the broken things i relate to. and to the rest: i really don't gaf.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets