Mental Health

Matchsticks in a Flooded Room
In my chest, there’s a flooded room and someone, probably me, keeps trying to light matchsticks in it. The floor is ankle-deep in old conversations,
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Stars Caught in the Power Lines
Stars get caught in the power lines by my house on nights the city forgets to be louder than my head. Tiny white snags on black cables,
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
MOTHER NATURE
Dear mother Your endurance is endless A few words we want to send to you Thank you and apologize to you Thank you for your tolerance and understanding
By HieuDinh3 months ago in Poets
KING OF SUCCULENTS
The Emperor's Stone Lotus has a unique shape and strong beauty, not only is it a decorative plant but also has a special feng shui meaning. This type of stone lotus is considered a symbol of authority, stability and success in life. Whether you are a lover of ornamental plants or are looking for a meaningful gift, the Emperor's Stone Lotus is the perfect choice.
By HieuDinh3 months ago in Poets
Do You Own Your Perspective, or Does it Own You?
Looking for problems within yourself leads to clarity; looking for reasons in others leads to turmoil. Different perspectives lead to different mindsets and outlooks. Without perspective, all one sees are problems; without a broad outlook, one's heart is filled with trivialities.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
The Grocery List I Keep Rewriting
My life keeps ending up on a crumpled grocery list wedged in my back pocket. Milk, eggs, bread, spinach if I feel like someone
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
The Hoodie I Put On When I’m Not Okay
I have a hoodie I only wear on days when the air Feels too sharp for skin. It used to be navy, now it’s that tired, almost-black
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Enough
I'm not mad. I've just lost interest... You gave me the bare minimum. Nothing more. 🎀 I'm too much? No... you aren't enough.
By Sara Wilson3 months ago in Poets
Jack the Ripper
Jack the Ripper I walked the streets where fog felt alive, where lamps shook faintly as if afraid to shine, his shadow lingered
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Mug That Knows My Cracks
I drink from the same chipped mug On the days I don’t know how to be a person. It’s the one with the hairline fracture
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Trying Not…
Trying to be a good mood Trying not to have an attitude Trying not to get mad at you Trying not to be rude But I'm so threw
By L.I.E3 months ago in Poets
Positive And Healthy
“The Earth does not belong to us: we belong to the Earth.” We, as individuals, cannot actually “live” on any other planet.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets