Mental Health

I Leave Little Pieces of Myself Everywhere I Go
I didn’t realize how many versions of myself I had lived through until I started looking back. Not in the dramatic, life-changing way movies show it — but in small, invisible moments that left dents in me. Not wounds, not scars… just soft indents. Proof that I’ve lived, stumbled, gotten up, and somehow kept walking.
By nawab sagar3 months ago in Poets
Airplane Mode for My Heart
I’ve put my heart on airplane mode more times than I admit, a tiny switch of self-defense that feels like choosing “quit.”
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
Imposter in a gingerbread house . Top Story - November 2025.
I'm a little more than just trapped inside this gingerbread house, made of flour, butter, molasses, and aromatic spices. While I could eat my way through and out, I remain. Sitting on gumdrops, showering myself with M&Ms, whipped by licorice ropes. I am an imposter. I belong on the naughty list.
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Poets
I Consume, So I Create.
I consume so I create. Living, breathing, becoming. In an age of overconsumption, I turn excess into expression.
By Marvelous Michael3 months ago in Poets
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“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” Have you ever seen a tree grow? Or a flower open up in bud?
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
'The' Reflection
“The Earth is not the environment, something outside of us that we need to care for. The Earth is us. Taking care of the Earth,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Air And Water
“Love the Earth as you would love yourself.” What greater way is there to show that we have control of our lives than by showing deep love for this Earth!
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
A Real Love
“The future of the planet depends on the choices we make today.” Every small action counts! Our lives are interwoven with this planet Earth
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Contribute
“Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.” Attention is linked to kindness. When you are kind enough
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Fertile Microbiome
We can all remember a time when we were little That one memory of when you accidently piddled Or when you got in trouble in kindergarten because you couldn't stop fiddling
By Connor Mudie3 months ago in Poets
Over the Horizon
The Horizon Opens Before the whisper, before the chord, before the balloon caught wind There was a breath. A breath that stirred the archive,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
The Works of Memory. Top Story - November 2025.
I keep thinking about how memory works; how it’s just me picking things up from the ground of my life and putting them
By Luna Jordan3 months ago in Poets