Mental Health

Soul-2
Cut me and I bleed poetry A soul wandering this realm Having a human experience Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Sparrow
In dawn’s gentle light, a sparrow takes flight, With wings of grace, it soars in sight. Amidst the bustling world, it sings its song,
By KVarnas3 years ago in Poets
Continuation to poem "loneliness"
A lightning bolt, a deafening roar, Struck the oak by Sarah's door. Her faithful friend, in its nest it lay, Silenced forever, on that fateful day.
By KVarnas3 years ago in Poets
Silent Sorrow's Symphony
In the depths of solitude, I dwell Slowly consuming my own hell Striving hard, tucked away on the shelf Each day mirrors the last, in itself
By Kel3 years ago in Poets
Powerful Thought Generator
Lalalalalala — distraction by noise, by singing, by humming, Pathetic! ** My attempt; my decision not to think about it,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
ESFP "The Bold Trailblazer"
With hearts ablaze, ESFP souls ignite, A warmth infectious, spreading pure delight. In life's grand stage, they tread with playful grace,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
ESFP "The Charismatic Host"
With heart aflame and spirit ever bright, The ESFP, a jester in the sun, Doth charm the world with laughter warm and light,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
Shine On
Escaping own's shine to briefly lighten the controlling edges of another, Covertly darkened unexpectedly by one who cruelly chose to dim.
By ANITA RACHELLE3 years ago in Poets
An Animated Coffee Morning
A sip of warmth and spice In a whirl of sweet delight Coffee takes a twirl Dancing on my countertop. Yesterday the day at the campus was a headache, there were back-to-back calls with a sudden influx of patients. I didn't even get a moment to relax and when I returned home, I hugged my mom thanking her for the meal before ending up in bed, dead tired.
By Staringale3 years ago in Poets
Hermit
I have been a bit drawn away from here for a while now. I go through these phases I like to call “Hermit mode”. Can I be transparent?
By Nomfundo Gumede3 years ago in Poets
Kindness and Self-Preservation
A traveler learns a valuable lesson from a wise elder: take what is freely given, flee from harm, but above all, cherish and protect those who have shown kindness and generosity,
By KVarnas3 years ago in Poets
Questions I'd like to ask my ex.
In the depths of night, beneath the moon's soft gleam, Questions dance within my mind, a silent stream. I ponder things unsaid, moments left unturned,
By Suzan Chauke3 years ago in Poets