i got one lot of voices mostly in my head telling me that all the other voices, are not real they taunt me with sugared lies, candied sighs
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
I think in crooked pictures I speak in mangled words My mind is like an ugly nest of birds 🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶 They squawk when they’re angry
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Poets
Pool of blood Against my hell-bound shadow The shades of different forms he ensnares, entangles, chains The exhaust of my lifeline like a brutal string, teasing the Thread of Life
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
As a woman and as an elder, I look upon this world, As I burn my sage I think about the life before women’s rights In a patriarchal world of demise
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Past, present, and future. Live in the present because “it’s a gift.” When the present is a nightmare, what do you do?
By Justin Higgins2 years ago in Poets
I find myself often think about you. I find myself worrying a little too much about you. I worry because I know you are not okay.
By Melissa2 years ago in Poets
it was quiet today in my head the voices had nothing to say all the feelings of self-doubt and dread seemed to vanish and faded away
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
In the depth of night, where darkness reigns, Amidst the silence, where solitude stains, There lurk the shadows, mysterious and stark,
By Arafat Islam Durjoy2 years ago in Poets
The loudest cry always comes from the voice that's quietest The voices in his head are context to the quietness His silence is a scream- an S.O.S.
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
A shouting cry takes its form in the absence of sound Her silence is a serenade- A song that paints bittersweet A dark room- and groom clothed in black
I feel drained today. I felt okay yesterday. Today there is a multitude of issues, Enough to use a tissue To cry But why
In the heart of suburbia, where picket fences gleam, Lies a house where shadows dance, unseen by the sunbeam. Within its walls dwells a mother with burdens to bear,
By Deborah Rivera Valentin2 years ago in Poets
