Mental Health

Memories that haunt us
My eyes refuse to close In case I see them again. I have these memories that haunt me, Taunt me, inflict me with indescribable pain.
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
"TIME OF THE WILD CHILD". Content Warning.
Verse 1: Time takes on life until death, Time tells me I am still alive, I will fly away my own way, Forgetting about the lie.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
post-storm
lightning crackles hard, locked in the eye of the storm, leaving past behind
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
my brain’s variegated ribbons
dark corridors dance, flashed with colours at once, burst, sky’s lighted up room
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
The Reset
It is not an easy thing, resetting the mind. * Running on autopilot for so long, memories morph into beliefs, into patterns, into habits,
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
Is Self-Preservation Paramount in Life?
Whether you are before anyone in the world, if you do not have anything to pay him, there is no need to bow down or be rude. I tell you your weakness will make the other person look down on you even more. What is this? To be soft-hearted and embarrassed will only result in killing yourself. Reasoning and repulsiveness are the means to exist.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Shimmering Moon
A shimmering moon Unreachable like my goals Still I reach for both
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
The Outsiders Song
I was born into a world where hearts are cold, A family in name, but distant and bold. The love I craved, I never found, In their silence, I stood unbound.
By Erin Perez2 years ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: Stories From An Honest Library
these tales of torment, are telltale signs, of exactly what they tell‐ signs that do not lie and if i am not to lie either, then‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
No Return
There is nowhere to come back to I don’t know if it’s because I made a mistake Or if there was never a place to return to
By Rain 2 years ago in Poets
Loss
Staring up at stars, I remember your sweet face, Praying you look back.
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Poets
March of Death
With each breath We take one step closer To it all being over Not over over But the end of our world as we know it A new and uncharted era
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets