Mental Health

Identity
There's fear in places it doesn't belong. I wonder why that is? The softest spoken sound can inspire terror- shivers, like knives on the toes of ballerinas, carving their way up my spine, stopping at my throat, silencing my voice with the threat of reality- don't scream, they'll hear you
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Poets
Burning Paradise. Content Warning.
this is my burning paradise, a burning scene‐ seen from what used to be, a pair of eyes what used to be a working heart,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Remember!
I know it's easier to let go and forget. To stuff life in the prison it deserves. To storm away every moral ever set, and shut instead of calming the nerves.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
To Live in Society
How much of my comfort would I surrender to my steel armor? Perhaps I must seek my soul by the country side farmer? - Where only sweat and silence
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
need you, don't want you
I wanted you gone, but I needed you, too. You'd made yourself invaluable, but you're prideful and crude.
By Isla Griswald2 years ago in Poets
Still. Top Story - August 2024. Content Warning.
He still has the ring and my last name A pinch compared to losing you Flown up beyond, angel gained Give me back my sister
By Steven Rice2 years ago in Poets
Prostitutes, Puppets, and Memories…. Content Warning.
I fucked a hooker that looked like you today She sounded like you too Soft squeaky voice Cute moans and groans as she grew moist
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Messengers
Aloft, they soar Unconcerned, Away from humans. They never bother. I sometimes, holding my love poems, thinking, They're not interested, in
By Kiara2 years ago in Poets
My Riposte
* Sleepless in the dark, pressures pounding Perfectionism weighs me down Time to dismount this monkey So my successes count
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Unleash the Real You
We must exist for ourselves and exist in ourselves love not in the sight and approval of other people. Life consists of searching for something, being occupied with it, not paying attention to others, just finding the right path, and continuing. "
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
To be Free for real
To be Free for real means not entering not going not clicking when They do hurt and harm To be Free for real means do not read do not open do not check where You know They might harm
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
Unseen flowers, fading stars
I'm running in a field of flowers, Towards the door that leads me, To somewhere where love holds meaning. In that place, peace belongs to all,
By ER2 years ago in Poets