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ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴɪsᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ Tw: This poem talks about dementia/alzheimer's, general memory loss, and death. I made this poem about my own experiences living with people suffering from dementia. • • • • • A memory fading away As the rest fade to gray To know it will be okay To know, there is no ...

Hello there, It is I again, and with my little eye I spied a new challange, the creativity challange, so here is my entry. I went with the randomly generated words, which were actually a sentence, the sentence was "She wrote him a long letter but he didn't read it" So I wrote a poem...

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜʏ Tw: mentions of death Absence of thought Just the slow rot Neither cold or hot And all that I forgot Dead on the spot So go on and show me How it's supposed to be Lead to the path you see To that beautiful scenery Guide me, for I am lost Before I turn to just dust If...

They're simply precious, no point in denying it at this point. Just love them.

Hey Lads,Lasses,and Comrades! it's Vicarious :tm: here with a friendly post about dealing with triggers, more specifically idenitifying your own triggers and coping with them, let's go right on with it, shall we? :sunflower: warning :sunflower: This post is about the topic of mental health and triggers,as ...

⠀  ⠀  The anniversary of my beginning  Also year closer to the ending  Have I been wasting these years Being controlled by my fears Another year I've been alive  I when I was five I thought I'd do more by now Living meaninglesly  I dont think I ...

He is a pessimistic cat Dreaming of being a bird But for he is a cat His caw will never be heard He is a cat, with delusions of a bird Many find this to be quite absurd But he is a cat, who thinks he's a bird His biggest dream is flight When he dreams about it His eyes become bright IMG=3...

@✞ᴠɪᴄᴀʀɪᴏᴜs✞ ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ Greetings and salutations It is I, and today's post is ing art as a coping mechanism, otherwise known as: Trigger warning: this post includes mental health topics. Without further ado,here's the post! Art therapy...

Trigger warning: depression, abandonment, drowning. I feel drowning In this pain,these tears I'm drowning In my deepest fears It's been this way for years I can't save myself from drowning But I need to stop screaming No one wants to hear my crying I looked up,I saw a hand "Let me ...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐆 The fog started to fill my mind Confusion,was all I could find It seemed like a messy dream I didn't feel the need to scream It was neither black nor white It was a grey, stopping my fight I could not kick,punch or bite It was not a horrid ...