Mental Health

Caught
The walls close in— granite shoulders hunched, pressing, pressing until breath becomes a stolen thing,
By Autumn 5 months ago in Poets
Vocal Broke My Short Storytelling Skills
I've learned the craft from the very beginning, reliving what's past. Piercing the thin foil of my fragile psyche.
By Moon Desert5 months ago in Poets
My Mother’s Sins Are Not Mine
My Mother’s Sins Are Not Mine My Mother’s Sins Are Not Mine I walk through her rooms, where whispers stick to the walls,
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Digital Reverie
I remember the first time I noticed it—the subtle, almost imperceptible hum beneath the quiet of my room. It wasn’t the air conditioner or the soft creak of old floorboards. It was the pull of a screen, glowing faintly in the dark, calling out not with words, but with a rhythm I could feel in my chest. A rhythm that promised connection, stimulation, and distraction.
By ANC TRADER5 months ago in Poets
MISS BLISS
Forty years married Sworn together forever Fourteen happy days
By George Zelinski5 months ago in Poets
Are We Too Eager to Be Guides?
Sometimes, we're too eager to see our own experience as a guide and too afraid of hurting others, so we rush in to act as guides. What's the result? What we think is good may not be what the other person truly wants. The pitfalls we want them to avoid are actually necessary lessons for them.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
Fractured Radiance
Through fragments of crimson and gold, Stories in silence are told— Each shard a prayer caught in lead, Where light and devotion are wed.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Poets
Ruminations and Sadness
Ruminations and Sadness Beneath the mantle’s quiet weight, I sit with thoughts that hesitate, They circle slow, like moths in flame,
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
throbbing
An ache, a choke A pain in the fingertips The delicacy of personality Knowing the harshness of what will come. Others, their tone
By Ruby Red5 months ago in Poets
You’re Just Out for the Day
You’re just out for the day You’re not too far away Not like you left this place Traversing some inter dimensional space
By Neelam Sharma5 months ago in Poets
Sucked In.
I was told to suck my tummy in photos. Barely nine. Nine. when my hands still reached for crayons, not shame. When mirrors and cameras were toys,
By Marvelous Michael5 months ago in Poets
Do Not Jump Off The Bridge
Do Not Jump Off The Bridge Do not jump off the bridge. The waters have dried up. The fall is a ledger of regret. You will not land in forgiveness,
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets