Mental Health

A Thought on the Wind
What happens to a thought that drifts through my mind? Does it float in and out, carried away by the breeze? I even wonder where the thought comes from. If it can wander on in at any moment, did my mind really create it?
By Gabriel Shames14 days ago in Poets
Parabellum
You've been knocking for a while Peeping through the keyhole , wearing that smile Trying to gain access to expose the things I hide
By Harydo Neon14 days ago in Poets
Finding Your Light: Embracing Imperfection
When you stop trying to please others and cease striving for perfection, your light returns. We often believe that women become unhappy because they are not pretty enough, not perfect enough, or not hardworking enough. But what truly exhausts women isn't these things. It’s trying too hard in life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing14 days ago in Poets
You Own Me. Content Warning.
You know, I’m afraid of leaving you… You’ll make me sick, that’s what you’ll do! You’ll make me crave you all over again,
By Nicole Attenhofer14 days ago in Poets
Ashes, Gathered
The last box was lighter than I expected. Mostly air, and that dry-paper smell of things that used to matter every day.
By Milan Milic14 days ago in Poets
Fond Memories
January squalls snow cap your tombstone- hat tip sunlit epitaph
By Marilyn Glover14 days ago in Poets
I met me beneath a tree.
This morning I woke up, And I did just simply that. The sun was bright, the air was warm, So I put on my hat. - I walked out to the garden,
By Latisha Fairfull14 days ago in Poets
Hands
I re-apply the plasters, for them to fall off in the shower and reveal mistakes and callouses I try hard not to aggravate.
By Reece Beckett14 days ago in Poets
Not Yet.
You carried a soul beneath your heart, A little life too soon to start. - Though earth could not become their home, Their spirit never drifts alone.
By Latisha Fairfull14 days ago in Poets
Tender Boundaries
The first time I said no, My whole body braced for impact like the ceiling might collapse from one honest syllable. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic14 days ago in Poets
No Desire. Content Warning.
What do you do When you lose your only desire And become so dire Keep going Like a machine Don't stop moving
By CotardDelusionz15 days ago in Poets
Spiders
I have a spider in my shower. I have taken a shower in there three times despite this knowledge and it haunts me between each drop of water, each brush against the wall or showerhead. I do not know where it lurks. I saw it once and since then it has maintained a steady hidden location, to which my eyes only half-heartedly search.
By Logan Stanislaw15 days ago in Poets