Mental Health

Drugs. Content Warning.
Drugs are a dangerous game we play A false sense of reality chases us A temporary escape from our pain But we don't know, it's all in vain
By Ahamed Thousif2 years ago in Poets
<>Whisper Frost<>
Silent, the painted breaths of white softly glow from the dim of moon, or the street lights on the walk, without a sound or tune,
By R0ME02 years ago in Poets
Title : "Harmony of Hearts" ( Content writer and Content creator Prompt Engineer TasLema AktHer RuNu from Bangladesh . )
In the realm of hearts, emotions bloom, A tapestry woven on life's loom. Feelings dance, a delicate ballet, In the theater of souls, night and day.
By Taslema Akther Runu2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Solitude
Me (in my head): I can't bear this pain anymore. It's suffocating me. Friend (in my head): I'm here for you, always. You're not alone in this darkness.
By Dr. Kinjal Shah2 years ago in Poets
Nothingness!
--- Cloaks of Doubt "The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing." Socrates whispered, setting minds aflutter and wondering.
By Dr. Marie Grace2 years ago in Poets
Seek Truth
Don't let a day go by without showing your truth Live your life full of curious energy, do you have all the answers? Giving your heart away isn't it, embrace your power
By Mason Darnielle2 years ago in Poets
"Am i worth it?" you asked
In the quiet whispers of the night, A question echoes, soft and light. Are you worth it, a doubt may say, But listen closely, I'm here to convey.
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
To the boy I will love
To the boy I will love. I am writing a letter to the boy I will love in the future. I will be candid with you. I am not the easiest to love. I tend to overthink every small thing, mull over even the most mundane of things, and get stressed about it the entire day. I shut people out a lot of times. I am irritating and demanding at times.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Someone asked me what superpower would I like to have
I have read books of old, The legends are recorded stories of syllables untold. I glided with the witches on the brooms of time,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The whims and fancies of adulthood
The art of pragmatism beheld its charm, Expectations and breakdowns walked arm in arm. Captivated by the desire, bound to duty,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
All the light we cannot see.
All the light we cannot see. Embellishing in the moments of sadness, enraged by the atrocities of life, We often comprehend our reasons to be alive. Do you often sit by the window sill and ponder what true happiness decipher to? What is the essence of absolute joy? Can it be broken down into a simplistic perspective of experiences that we live through or is joy synonymous with money and materialistic realities? I often sit down and wander memory lane, to behold the precious moments of delight, where I felt truly happy.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Ghost of Your Past
There’s a secret in the shadows There’s writing on the walls Words etched in blood Tapestries shredded by the claws of a beast
By Lee St. Evans2 years ago in Poets