Mental Health

Hours Go By
late at night and early in the morning hours go by i lie awake entangled in time tossing, turning, without way of escape
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Questions For Later, Then & Now
I'm fast enough to run away, but‐ Where would I go? Not everything I pass, stays in the past‐ And what if I crash? What will I do?... Then?
By JM2 years ago in Poets
sit in the quiet, alone
sit in the quiet alone and feel the silence on your face like a mask; encompass its feel is it true what they say? that this world is loud and brash, unafraid and unending, that it will never cease?
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
The Quiet Evolution
In a good state of life, the self does not gaze upon the other but bears the other within as a landscape. As long as I evolve the better. Most other factors will just fit right into the mold that you have created. Instead of envying others, and growing green with jealousy, wherever and wherever one is, it has always been better to learn something new. "
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
I
Sigh… I Lean into the Echo chamber of my heart. Nowhere to nestle but the Cold of my loneliness, where it all begins and
By Paris Rosemont2 years ago in Poets
I don't quit.
She knew this was it, Intuition both in heart and gut validated, Live or die, that's the option. Except, what if she still weighed the benefits of Both in her mind? No… she wasn’t ready to give up just yet. Correcting her thought process, she's learned to Embrace and accept each moment as it comes for what it is, with love, acceptance, and an open heart.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
Nature's Golden Sea
Golden gems of spring Dancing in the gentle breeze Nature's simple pleasure As the warm sun kisses the earth, a sea of yellow dandelions sways gently in the meadow, their delicate petals inviting playful whispers from the wind. Each flower, a golden beacon of hope and transformation, carries with it the promise of new beginnings and endless possibilities. Their presence is a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, beauty can bloom effortlessly, spreading joy and rejuvenation with every breath of fresh air. Like little bursts of sunshine scattered across the landscape, dandelions infuse the world with a refreshing touch of whimsy and wonder, reminding us to embrace the simple pleasures that surround us every day.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Good Listener
Good listener, you may pass by a mirror and pause, stare awkwardly because you don’t remember the shape of your mouth open. You might even mimic funny faces like a goldfish. Yet, it will feel foolish. And if someone asked you about the sound of your own voice, you’d watch their lips move in awe, uncertain.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
Reclaim Your Path
You tried hard. He is not worth the effort you are going to use. It should also be employed in the process of completion, of fulfilling oneself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Invisible Battles
He wakes up each day with the weight of the world, Carrying burdens no one else sees. Behind his smile, a storm quietly swirls,
By RK2 years ago in Poets
I want to move on!
"Echoes of my youth's dark history Haunt me still, a persistent mystery An Alcoholic's fury, a heart's deep sorrow A heritage of hurt that refuses to borrow Recollections of dread, of anguish, of disgrace Whispers that still summon my name's dark place A childhood lost, a spirit trapped A heart that struggles to escape the trap The impact of his outbursts, a burden to carry A constant reminder of the anguish he shared freely The pain of his temper, a wound that won't mend A scar that remains, a heart that still contends I strive to move forward, to leave it all behind But the specters of my past, they linger in my mind A constant reminder of what I've survived A childhood marred, a soul that's been deprived But still I cling to hope's fragile thread A glimmer of light, a chance to be freed from the dread From the shackles of my past, from the weight of his legacy A chance to heal, to find my way, to shatter the legacy"
By Dinesh D2 years ago in Poets
An Ode To My Number One Singer.
You wear the coolest clothes, And you know how to shake it in style, You sing the best songs, You always make me smile,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets