Mental Health

Pain is the recipient of the amorous swarm of melancholy
Pain builds its fangs steady and steep, In the truce of comfort, it sets its kingdom dubious and deep For I have known the depths of darkness and the heights of its wings,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Poet in me yearns for a gasp of breath
The Poet in me yearns for a gasp of breath Epiphanies of the tranquility that the light held, In the ecstasy of a gallant tomorrow, every ounce of my being I shed.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Click
Ah, there it is The click The gears have been spinning so long I forgot they could do that It came as a whisper Unbidden, unbound from any thought
By Vicious Avarice2 years ago in Poets
Autistic
Am I an alien? Broken like an antique vase? Cursed by an ancient oracle? Damaged goods, eating up others time frequently feeling like a burden.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
Go Back to Sleep
Can’t get the dream out of my head. I hear them dancing on creaky floorboards. Torture only knows torture. They say it’s best to ignore her
By Dakota Love Dangler2 years ago in Poets
Title : "Dreams Unveiled: A Soulful Night's Serenade" ( Content writer and Content creator, Prompt Engineer TasLema AktHer RuNu from Bangladesh . )
In the realm of dreams, where moonlight gleams, A soulmate's vision, wrapped in gentle streams. Not a nightmare, but a peaceful delight,
By Taslema Akther Runu2 years ago in Poets
Abecedarian - Bus in the Rain
At the bus stop I see the storm hit my face. Bewildered by glass as the sounds force me awake Comforted by silence and rain droppings
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Poets
are memories the same?
blood, guilt, mesmerising pain, blood, guilt, machinations of pain, stain, insane, draining rein, hurt, curt, drowning rain...of memories,
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Rhetoric Question
We all have days where sadness consumes the very being of our mind. The moments of mourn and abyss mount on our shoulders and unsurmountable pain paints its traces on the broken pieces of the soul. Life is a mighty teacher that does not teach you the lesson before the test, it tests you before you imbibe the lesson to your very core. Masking our gloom we walk on the way to our doom. Forgetting all the light we can see sometimes existence reminds us of the darkness within thee. When we narrate the victories of our tales, it is vital to behold the memories of when we were broken and frail.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Nairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
SELENOPHILE
In the velvet cloak of night, the moon ascends, A silver sentinel, where the darkness bends. Its radiant face, a gentle, glowing guide,
By Fathima Faheema2 years ago in Poets
Anxiety
Anxiety is overwhelming me The itchiness is overpowering My heart is pounding uncontrollably I'm nervous about everything
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Poets