Tagged "Mental Health"

Lost Time

I wake up trapped in the lost paradise of an old memory. - The distinctive smell of toast cooking a few small rooms away,

By Reece Beckett4 days ago in Poets

Sat On A Rock With A Joint

Sat On A Rock In a little spot, where fishes play, Danny lit his joint, letting troubles drift away. With a cheeky grin and a carefree sigh,

By Marie381Uk 4 days ago in Poets

Dear Mortician,

Perform your work Like a musician On my carcass That lays on the bed Uncover my head Cover my scars of dread Rid me of the look of death

By CotardDelusionz4 days ago in Poets

Blood Behaves

I harmed what might not heal. I harmed what might not heal. The wound remains wide open. The wound remains wide open.

By Tina D. Lopez4 days ago in Poets

7th Circle 2nd Ring. Content Warning.

I watch the sun sink beneath the sea of trees And the tide of darkness seep between every leaf The darkness so deep Anything just beyond my reach

By CotardDelusionz4 days ago in Poets

Every Night I Am Awake - Why Would I Be Asleep !?

Who named him Romeo !? I would think every person on the planet knows Juliet !? But why would we name people "Romeo" - like I'm not sure ever person understands the problem !?

By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets

Anger, today I name you without hesitation. I will not soften you or turn you into anything else. You are anger, and I recognize you as you are. You are the tension that appears in my body, the heat that rises without asking permission, the pressure that pushes me to speak louder or to stay silent so I don't destroy what I care about.

By Lydia martinez4 days ago in Poets

A Man Caught Naked in a Giant Web

A Man Caught Naked in a Giant Web A man caught naked in a giant web, His arms trapped, his legs entwined, A silken prison, no escape,

By Marie381Uk 4 days ago in Poets

Thresholds Hidden in Wreaths

The evergreen wreath still hangs on my door the pine stopped making its sharp fir scent a while I haven’t noticed its presence for months

By Michele Nampalli4 days ago in Poets

Winter Inside

I don’t know when I went numb, exactly somewhere between “I’m fine” And the fifth time I meant “help.” ﹁﹂ My feelings started wearing coats,

By Milan Milic5 days ago in Poets

The Art of Repair

A person who truly loves you won’t always give in to your every whim. They might get angry at your questions, but once you have both calmed down, you will see them quietly adjusting—as if they have heard your heart and are trying to get closer to you.