Tags Depression
CyclicalA Poem by Bill O. WritesLike the wreck that turns headsThis all lacks structureI was a mistakeI used to create sculpturesfrom the scrap metal of my accidentsBut the rust has .. |
CoffeeA Poem by SarahI think there is beauty in simplicityThe smell of your morning coffeePermeating the air with a cloud rushingTo get to the ceilingAs you opened your wi.. |
In Pits of Fermented S**t We BloomA Poem by Austin Wade RunyonIn Pits of Fermented S**t We Bloomby Austin RunyonMy life is bleeding all the timeSomething for the maggots to feast onEcstacy to their hollow mindsAn.. |
True DarkA Chapter by Austin Wade RunyonTrue Dark by Sundrowner (Austin Runyon) I have no fond memories only regrets I have no one to hold The only caress a gun to my head My favorite.. |
Angels ExistA Chapter by Austin Wade RunyonI've never known an angel Whose wings were white as a cloud Whose voice as celestial in sound As her beauty profound From my view from the ground .. |
The Song Played to Empty SpacesA Chapter by Austin Wade RunyonThe Song Played to Empty Spaces by Austin Runyon I'm so lonely Earth's away from anybody Can you hear me? I miss you dearly I regret all of th.. |
AcceptanceA Chapter by Austin Wade RunyonAcceptance by Sundrowner (Austin Runyon) I searched the soul of the sun with the scorched tips of my fingers Looking for the source of it's light.. |
I: The CosmonautA Chapter by Austin Wade RunyonOnce the human condition is cured the only action to take next is suicide. |
UntitledA Poem by Isabella Cezanne. |
the longest short storyA Story by tiny_garbage_boyjust kinda an introspective, freeform thing I wrote about some of my experiences |
SobrietyA Poem by cvI'm sober for once and it feels foreign I'm sober and for once I feel sad I feel alone intoxication keeps me happy intoxication keeps me sane.. |
In the DarknessA Poem by 8petallotusA poem that is dedicated to anyone willing to sit with another through the darker moments in their life and beyond |
my jewelry boxA Story by HopeI sometimes catch myself watching the black jewelry box that stands next to my bedside. Well, I don’t know if it actually qualifies as a jewelry.. |
washing the dishesA Story by Hopejust your average 50s housewife |
Table Wine HappinessA Poem by AngelynnA poem on mental health |
A Gentle WaveA Poem by Eli ThomasJust a metaphor. |
Kingdom Of AddictionsA Poem by Eli ThomasAn attempt to describe my brain. |
SunriseA Poem by Laz K.What use is the sunrise to meNow, that I cannot shareIts beauty with you?I care no more forIts golden hues, norThe grandeur and the silenceOf early mo.. |