A wistful little haiku about friends on this full moon Moonday (Monday) As usual, the summary is required to be longer than the poem itself. And it is sticking on a title that is not the title I have here in the form. It is only my second day here...

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Can I really find it within myself to live, when Im already exhausted from my constant fight to survive? Is fighting death really worth it when Ive never felt alive?

This is a poem of anger, resentment and hatred that lives only just beneathe the surface of bad thoughts. Furthermore, a story of what it means to be kind, selfless and understanding in times of hardship. Enjoy. Xx Kind Regards, Kazia Wrigley

This is a freestyle written poem about loss, tragedy and love. Although very short, it is abrubt and starfilled- giving you the opportunity to use your imagination in regards to what the poem could possibly be about. Enjoy. Xx Kinda Regards, Kazia Wrigley

{I once drew a smile / On the road where I lived, / White chalk and clumsy fingers, / Not the kind of picture that lingers / But it was enough for me to smile back / And smile back, I did.} a poem exploring the concept of long-term memory loss

{Dear Mama, / I didn’t mean to cry / But sometimes rain pours from a cloudy sky } a poem about apologizing to my mom for the pain my mental illness caused her

{I need a hug / But don’t want to be touched / I think if I felt you, it’d be / Too much} a poem about having an anxiety attack

A poem about the way social media can be damaging, making them act like a, ‘zombie.’ Or speak like they’re in a, ‘coma.’ Which is why this is called Digital Coma.

This poem is for colored people who struggle with racism and backlash. The world sees color before it sees heart, a lifetime of proving we belong from the start.

For anyone lost in the dark, yet daring to breathe, clinging to the smallest spark of hope. This is for those who’ve wandered through shadows, yet still find courage to breathe and carry on. For anyone drowning in silence and pain, yet daring to take a breath, seeking even a hint of light." Sometimes the world feels heavy, like a storm pressing down on your chest. Thoughts twist and echo, and even breathing feels like too much. You feel lost, alone, like the darkness will never end. But storms pass. Even the smallest flicker of light can grow. Take it slow. One breath. One step. You’re not broken, just human—and you’ll be okay.

~ "To have a courageous heart is to love, and to be open to the possibility that one day your heart may be shattered into a million pieces."

Love Never give up Fuck what people think Life goes on Do what makes u happy no matter what no matter what people think

This is a writing 25 years old that i just found along with many others. This is about the comfort found in solitude/isolation.

You needed peace, I gave you war, You opened doors, I locked the floor. You whispered love, I screamed my flaws, You gave me breath, I gave you pause.

I miss the boy who used to dream, Who saw the world in golden gleam. I miss the man I tried to be— Before the cracks became the me.

I breathe, but barely—just to survive, A haunted shell that stays alive. The fog surrounds, it knows my name, And I’m too tired to play the game.

I feel like some of you can relate to this. It's how I feel...almost all the time. I know it might scare some of you but some of you can understand.

Ties of reality Poem of the mudded water of life. Poems by a schizoaffective dreamer Just living my life through my thoughts.

Surprising Fact/Statistic: Studies show that emotional wounds can take just as long or even longer to heal than physical ones, and the process is rarely a straight line. Key Points: • The Beginning of Healing: Healing often starts with awareness acknowledging the pain, trauma, or brokenness that needs attention. This stage can feel the hardest because it requires honesty, vulnerability, and facing emotions we’ve avoided. • The Process: Healing is not instant; it involves patience, small steps forward, and sometimes setbacks. It’s about building healthier habits, letting go of toxic patterns, and learning new ways to cope. • The End of Healing: The end of healing doesn’t always mean the pain is completely gone it means the pain no longer controls you. At this point, you’ve gained strength, perspective, and peace. What once hurt deeply becomes a part of your story, not the definition of who you are.