Mental Health

Practice It
“Do the right thing, even when no one is looking. It’s called integrity.” Qualities which go with “Integrity” are honesty,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
"They" Are There
“Count your blessings, not your struggles. More is on the way.” We live in such a busy world, and we ourselves are always so busy,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
Never Make 'That' Excuse
“Be stronger than your excuses.” “Choice” gives us power. We can choose to do something or choose not to. This is not a reason
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
Get Up
“Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change.” Nothing happens when we sit back and do nothing.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 months ago in Poets
A Steady Glow
At first, I don’t believe you’re real Though I want to more than anything You've always been just out of reach But now I see you, tempting
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro4 months ago in Poets
Coming Home
The tunnel stretches beyond me Miles and miles I walk Trying to escape the dark A single light to guide my way Getting lost beyond
By Gunnar Anderson4 months ago in Poets
Against A Navy Sky. Honorable Mention in Lantern Light Challenge.
Place me again in the backseat, which lilted like a song; Through squinted lashes, nothing, those nights, was wrong. Face me, nine or ten, towards a blinking stoplight, near,
By Gabriel Huizenga4 months ago in Poets
Ending of a Lantern. Content Warning.
The lantern light, life within me grows dimmer with each passing day I ask for help and get told that "we are sorry, there is no way..."
By The Schizophrenic Mom4 months ago in Poets
Augury. Winner in Lantern Light Challenge. Content Warning.
You hold fast within sediment meant for me. // // Its serene, the way you teeter, caressing the cusp of something volatile--
By Corvus4 months ago in Poets
Beast Of Burden
I peek into the darkness to try to find the light The means of a correction I'm just trying to survive. The tunnel is long and looming
By Glory Anna4 months ago in Poets
I Hate Lamplight
I hate lamplight. I hate the way it distorts objects I view from a distance, objects that slap me with clarity as I approach. I hate the way it highlights what I don’t want to see, and the way it narrates your thoughts without you uttering a word. I hate that it witnesses my devastation when you whiplash my heart, and how it betrays my grief—every distortion of my facial contours, the ugly droop of my gaping mouth, and how it spotlights the tears rolling down my cheeks. I hate how it illuminates my wail like it was mist
By Teresa Renton4 months ago in Poets
The Glow of Home . Content Warning.
The day is now no longer, So I let tears fill my eyes, I want no one to remind me, Morning’s sun is sure to rise. As I look into my lantern,
By Mel ECW4 months ago in Poets