Mental Health

Tales of Torment: Ghost Stories
my past has a present for me, and it's regret it's the voice in my head that says the most to me telling ghost stories the moment the moon comes up
By JM2 years ago in Poets
The Girl That Was
Look into the eyes of the girl that was, can you see through her deep and empty gaze? She searches for herself in the eyes of others, she longs to hear their praise.
By Jollyoddbod Poetry2 years ago in Poets
Politics in Love
Politics in Love In the realm where hearts and minds conspire, Where the politics of love ignite desire, A dance of power and passion intertwined,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Be Strong
“Once you become fearless, life becomes limitless” Although fear is a natural and human emotion, it can and does hold us back.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
It Is A Form
“Words kill, words give life, they’re either poison or fruit. You choose” ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me’.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
'Tend That Soil'
“When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment it grows in, not the flower” This is an Important thought for our ‘daily’ lives.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Pass It On
“I am a strong woman because a strong woman raised me” When we think about how Strong our mothers are, it’s no wonder we become Strong ourselves.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
We Need To Belong!
“Until it’s my turn I will keep clapping for others. It’s really that simple” When we Support other people, not only does it have
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Anonymity
Now the news of your arrival makes me nervous. I pretend as if you are a thing of the past for me. My reactions change within me. Due to which, I don't know, I feel a strange nervousness. I don't want to take, hear or know your name in any way. I don't want to return to those pages of the past. Now my life is anonymous and This anonymity itself is the "name" of my life.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
mostly ambiguous. Content Warning.
it felt good for a minute, before the crimson sunrise after the calamity. the aftermath not yet calculated and the door slam saved for later,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
the fight with a tree
Do not be angry at the tree, for when its branch falls on thee. ____________ But when I am hit, struck violently, so my axe does fall,
By Josh Clements2 years ago in Poets
Nalikalantibar
Nalikalantibar! I have no idea what this word means Or if it’s even a real word But it sounds cool I may just be fool for things that sound mysterious
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets