Mental Health

Echoes of Originality
It seems like you're grappling with the idea of individuality and originality in a world where everything feels copied and homogenized. You're questioning whether your thoughts and creations are truly your own or just a product of what you've seen and absorbed from others.
By sagar dhital2 years ago in Poets
Woe is the Victim
He was still bleeding when I found him Broken in body and with no self of his own Bathing in the moisture of his sin Blaming the world for the turmoil within
By Nichole Campbell2 years ago in Poets
Boundless devotion
In the tapestry of our love's embrace, Beyond measure, it found its place. Though miles apart, our hearts entwined, In defiance of fate, our love defined.
By Ming Xiao2 years ago in Poets
My Madness Is a Room in My Mind
The one I try to keep the door closed on– locked and barred - to hold it at bay Sometimes nothing works and it springs open wide – a whirlwind - sweeping away
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
Voices (Bad). Content Warning.
The voices They won't stop talking Mouthing nothing but lies Don't listen to them “I hate everything about you” “So, why should anyone love you?”
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
empty days and stolen days
sometimes i feel so empty i fill up my days with distractions what else is life for i ask myself endlessly what should i be doing with my empty time
By Grace Genet-Allen2 years ago in Poets
AI and I
Lately, I have found myself retreating to the quiet and comfort found in creating AI art upon the WWW of canvases. Lately, the noise of life
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
Losing My Fire
I sit with my pen and paper, and nothing happens. All the stories I want to tell and the things I need to say, I can't. My hands are stuck. The paper is blank.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Derelict
Once, it brought us to life You lauded this renovation Hailed it “Our greatest accomplishment.” “Our True North”
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Good Boy. Content Warning.
Howl. Go on! Howl all you want. The moon knows your scent and thinks your barking is lunacy. Did you say something?
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
You
If you did Would it even matter? No. Never. Because I have been, Been waiting for God knows How long.
By Madison B. 2 years ago in Poets
Fact vs illusion
Fact and illusion They are the same but ain't the same, they are different but they are the same " What started fake ain't get ever genuine"
By Sofiane Illyah 2 years ago in Poets