Mental Health

Razor's edge
Balancing upon this razors edge, i fight the terror, panic and pain. While demons drag me down, and faceless people cry,
By JBaz2 years ago in Poets
Overload
My mind is trying to process every sense at once and trying not to pick them apart like lifting every voice from each conversation buzzing in my ears like gnats wings. Each footstep echoes in my mind like an avalanche only I can hear.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
a rainbow of bliss. Content Warning.
i never knew that half-full, rose-colored glasses could make me feel so blue, so green with envy at the grass and the red brick unbroken home,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
SAFE
Can’t believe I let It go On the low I took the blow But It made me stronger really…. Patience was my go to so Time will tell I do have faith
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
Safe Space
My palms caress the flow of silken white sheets And many raindrops patter upon the window Rich rosewood scent floats through purified nostrils
By Daniel J. Heck2 years ago in Poets
Are We Making Progress?
At some point in my life, I have been in a rather complex love and it was somehow more of a one-sided story. Nevertheless, the feeling of emotional starvation remained in me even though I appreciated her very much.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: Void's Company Returns; To Feel Empathy For My Enemy. Content Warning.
here, we go again with void's company, just, toying with me‐ stalking me walking in my shadow, in every social setting‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Molding
"Molding" by Sara Davis Isn’t it strange how childhood molds us, hands we can’t see shaping the clay, forming beliefs, values, limits,
By Sara Davis2 years ago in Poets
Am I?
If I am not my past, then what am I? Am I my smile, wide and bright? Am I my laugh, loud and proud? Am I the one who is loved?
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Life is bitter, fate is destined
I agreed that life should be fair and if one struggled enough then everything would sort itself out. But as time went by I came to realize that fate always has its work cut out for it. All is not so sweet in life and at times no matter what efforts are made, one has to go through the ordeal that is planned for one.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Senseless
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Dream
Heeding the words of the wiser before me Not testing the touch of chaos Sniffing out the ugly lie between the pretty truth Seeing the pain and heartbreak avoided… Then tasting the bitter reality that was only a dream.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets