can you hear me now? do you understand what power is? does it matter? what is the correct answer? who and why are you asking?
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Mental health is something that fluctuates, Some days are overbearing and I’ll appear like things are okay, Everyone wants me when I’m hiding behind artificial smiles;
By K F2 years ago in Poets
What do you write about When there's nothing to write? Today seems so empty, wasted Without purpose or even point A nothing day
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Where to place a hope that's torn? But, a broken dream to yet be reborn. Never will it peer into history To try to solve its mystery.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Dear people who I admire, you might not know who I am or maybe you may not remember me at all… I am an outcast.. and I will always would be..
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
Suffering with Depression Got me feeling inadequate Got a hand on the razor blade trying to Stop my demons from dragging it
There was a beauty to her secure silence. I came upon it the first day. And I knew she had what to say. She was the pretty girl.
Some of my dreams Should never see the light of day But this one’s burned in It just won’t go away ——— To vent means to air it out
By Sarah Wilcox2 years ago in Poets
**Author's Note/Content Warning: This was influenced by the recent and sudden passing of a colleague. - Just a buoy, anchored and tethered, but at the mercy of the waves.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Poets
Minor, that chord, it sounds for us Mirror, the chant, the fall's choir The serpents gather for their feast With empty eyes and honeyed tongues
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
my life is filled with sadness continuation of sleeplessness I spent days in serious meditation my head is filled with unstoppable thoughts
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet corners of my mind, the echoes softly tread, Footsteps of the memories that fill my soul with dread. A orchestration of sorrow, written with strands of pain,
