Mental Health

Sensing Rage
Oh the taste of salivary anger. Look ahead at rage. All you see is danger. I feel the heat on my skin it’s hell of fury. Steamed like overcooked food. I smell fury.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
The Importance of Being True to Yourself
For years I tried to make sense of myself and my place in society which seems so very loud nowadays. To the outside world, it seemed to be a wonderful place where you can be whoever you want to be but that was not the case as there were always messages from the society and the media on what I needed to become and what should be valued. I also forgot who I am, as I concentrated on meeting other people’s demands and fulfilling their needs.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Grandma’s House
Gritty cold hardwood planks hurt my knees and ankles as I crawl around. Bleach meets coffee, while Spanish spices and fragrances of fresh laundry dance in the foreground, they tickle my nostrils fighting for dominance, simultaneously creating a unique scent that one would have to smell.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Regret
What was the need to send me to the world? When I was meant to be a matter of regret. I was always a failure as well as a loser,
By Nizam Uddin Apou2 years ago in Poets
Expose
I see the illusion with my physical eyes I hear false information I taste nothing but bland flavor of deception I smell the stench of multiple lies
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Poets
pillowfighting. Content Warning.
Last night I thought I was suffocating But I realised it was only sobs As I clutched my pillow and screamed The tendrils of my love were torn.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
history
when did it all become history to you? because I don’t quite know when it happened for me when did the time pass us by and leave us breathless and lonely,
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Room to Grieve
Suicide doesn’t give you room to grieve. That’s why you choose it. Because even if you’re just thinking about it. It gives your body permission to fight.
By Alexis Bre2 years ago in Poets
9/25/24
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Dear Therapist
Dear Therapist. As I checked another ungodly checklist off my schedule this week As I utilized Every resource available to me.
By Alexis Bre2 years ago in Poets
The Grin Seeker
Your foster years look different when you didn’t run away until you were 25. Your attachment style also looks different when the abusers were the first ones to ever hold you.
By Alexis Bre2 years ago in Poets
Writing in The Dark
Mental manipulation, Spreading the nation, Broadcast on every station, Here is a free phone, Just for the occasion. It's an invasion,
By Keith McHugh2 years ago in Poets