Mental Health

Family Blood Turns to Venom
Family Blood Turns to Venom Family blood, Warm at first, Soft at birth, Safe in memory. Then it shifts, Turning sharp,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Edge of Eden. Runner-Up in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Heaven on earth is possible in grounded moments, so stand still (stiff as sacred soil) and F-O-C-U-S Negative keepsakes like their namesakes linger for longer - it's human nature
By Edward Swafford3 months ago in Poets
Your Name in the Vending Machine
I found your name behind the glass, in coils of chrome and light. A snack-sized fate with foil shine that flickered late at night.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
In the still
i was r u n n i n g, hiding, hidden. my world became unbearably dark, Then very, very,
By Kiana Carda3 months ago in Poets
I Fold My Fears Like Laundry
I sort the thunder from the sighs and the reds from bleeding blues. The mornings that unraveled me from nights that stuck like glue.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
From the Cozily Rocking Eastbound Train. Top Story - November 2025.
Perhaps this scene, from the cozily rocking eastbound train, of the juvenile sleet clouds tentatively stretching their wings,
By Gabriel Huizenga3 months ago in Poets
If I could speak honestly without fear, what would I tell someone I trust? . AI-Generated.
If I could speak openly—without the worry of being misunderstood, without the fear of sounding dramatic or fragile—the very first truth I would confess is that I am tired. And not in the simple, everyday way that a full night of sleep can soothe. It’s a deeper sort of tiredness, the kind that settles low in the chest like a quiet weight, the kind that hums beneath my ribs no matter how much I rest.
By Max ryder3 months ago in Poets
How my Garden Grows
I surrender Body interred in a Dry bed of earth Layers of fertilizing ash Splattering black Tears pour down Splashing across the
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
Is This the Beautiful Contradiction of Life?
That's life. There are joys, but there are also regrets. That's normal. Sometimes you'll be excited; sometimes you'll still feel sad. That's all you, and in the end, it will all merge into a better you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
Where the Streetlights Go to Pray
At dusk, the city buttons up its rusted overcoat. And every lamppost clears its throat to hum a softer note. The halos lean like tilted crowns on heads of steel and clay—
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
The Corrupt Gardener. Honorable Mention in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
You are loyal to the youth You garden like common seeds, A gentle gatherer in assuming suits Collecting hopeful sellers of dreams.
By Vitaline Bretagne3 months ago in Poets
The Archive Was Too Mythic for Their Algorithm. Top Story - November 2025.
Welcome to my archives of my own photography. No AI No nothing. No video. No song. Just out of MY mouth of archives and the ocean.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets