Mental Health

I Refuse To Move. Top Story - August 2024.
Here I lay, In an old home That was once mine But boy have I moved Too many times To ever call one place home. I return
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
Cool Brain
I'm lazy because my thoughts are going crazy And my brain is way cooler than yours So you can't relate The stories my brain creates are so amazing
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Voices
They crawl, wiggle, dance. They play with your feelings. Enjoy all your emotions. Together they waltz. Hand in hand. With the spark of life deep inside.
By Isabella Walker2 years ago in Poets
Missed Signals II: Too Late...
No one saw But no one was looking‐ No one heard But one was listening‐ No one knew what signals they were missing No one knew
By JM2 years ago in Poets
The Vastness Of Secrecy
She held onto her breath as he entered the room Ill-fated lovers left to silently swoon Love and its aftermath came crumbling too soon
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Little RoseBud 🌹. Content Warning.
To a happy and sweet sixteen, and an undoubtedly beautiful, young woman. I just wished your sister a happy birthday, this one is a little bit harder. Because I hurt you the most. You were older, you witnessed more, you took most the burden. That's what kills me, I know exactly how that feels. We always say we will never be our parents, some are successful, but some not even close. In a different way I found the same ways to hurt you. Undoubtedly unintentional, but my blame nonetheless. My little firecracker, my little doppelganger. In some of the last pics I have with you, Your face resembles a perfect porcelain doll. Taken years ago though, and I know your beauty has only grown. Your troubles probably have too, and again, that is on me. You know the moments I will miss most? The rare times you and your sister, both fell asleep with your heads on my chest… Heartbreakingly, the smell of your hair is slipping from my memory. I know you don't believe this, but you really were and will always be… My world and shining stars. I hope someday you see that. I just didn't realize that now like you, I still had traumas and troubles, placed onto me by my parents that I was to young and naive to handle alone. The last time I saw you, you were above my chin. Still young at heart, But with some innocence lost. I wanted to save you, I wanted to help, but it wasn't my time to anymore. These days I can only hope someday will be. I want to help guide you through those demons I regrettably inflicted on you, I want to be the wise words in your ear that help lead you back to the light. Because as much wrong as I know I did, It's all that much more knowledge I know I can now give. Don't give up on me yet baby girl. I'm here if ever you need me. Never will I judge, I mean who would I be to try, right? No sweet little Rosebud, from now on, I'll be waiting, here and ready to guide. If you never speak to me again, well I'm working on making peace with that. But my goal is you find peace in yourself, and to know your worth is to infinity and beyond.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
don’t speak. Top Story - August 2024.
stop acting like a victim it could have been worse let it go evil is a strong word—don’t be dramatic nobody believes you
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
A Friend, Turned Foe II. Content Warning.
desire, if i had the power to put you to death, i would‐ because everyday, you cause the death of me‐ in retrospect, i guess you were always an enemy‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Immense
I wake up and I start picking up the piles of the needs and the wants and the to dos the this and that of life that nobody would notice that I do
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Houses
We all need one. A place to stay. A place to lay at night. A place to escape the rain. A safety net of four walls. Some call it prison and others call it home.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
"HOPE VS DESPAIR". Content Warning.
THOUGHT ABOUT DIFFERENT PEEPS HUMAN AND CREEPS WE ALL HAVE IDIOSYNCRASIES OF TIME AND SPACE IT IS HOW WE FACE THEM TO OUR FACE,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Reflection
You love her because you see she needs saving. And when you have spent yourself to the point of no return, only to realize she really doesn’t want to be saved ………… then what?
By Dame Cass2 years ago in Poets