Mental Health

Butterflies' Dance
My baby sister may have let it slip her mind But I remember the butterflies’ dance, divine Holding still, almost holding our breath
By Hayl Moon6 months ago in Poets
Prisoner. Content Warning.
I’m suffocating In plain sight Yet no one seems to see; How I twist And gasp and beg for help Praying to be set free.
By Raven Riley6 months ago in Poets
I heard you on the 13th summer
The summer solstice came with intensity. My body tilted towards the sun. I felt the warmth of doubt hugging me. The 13th summer of tragedy couldn't remember me? Many waves I've seen, many times I begged in the silent wind. The sound of the ocean whispers at times, or I thought it did. Familiar voices heard my tragedy, voices with empty boats. The summer tragedy stopped my heartbeat. My body was anatomy. The sea whispered, "I heard you on the 13th summer." I travel to find the flesh to cherish your broken shells. Summer is fresh and unknown to the flesh. It is salty and warms my body with the heat of his pain. The intensity of our pain was perfectly paired with the earth at the summer solstice. The return of the heartbeat with a pitter and pounding effect of raindrops soaking us and drowning us in boundless love of eternity.
By Johana Torres6 months ago in Poets
Boomerang. Honorable Mention in This Is How I Remember It Challenge. Top Story - August 2025.
you always know when to come back. not to have coffee or chat but to interrupt a streak of good vibes with a random interruption on any given day.
By Lamar Wiggins6 months ago in Poets
Side Effects. Content Warning.
My brain, My name, My prized possession and creativity, Gone! Frantically I search from East to Quest and South to Snud;
By Rae Janney6 months ago in Poets
Take The Leap
To start or to keep living in a shadow of your dreams. Do you take the leap or stay in your lane. There is no correct answer,
By Haylee Sandberg6 months ago in Poets
Grown-up Friend?ships
It was simple once, a shared donut, a borrowed pencil, a smile in a crowded hallway. Tiny gives, tiny takes, bearing soft silent witness.
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
A Morning Day in the Life of the Pink Lady
A Morning Day in the Life of the Pink Lady This isn’t just a day, it’s a sonic diary wrapped in pink sheets and browser haze. Welcome to the myth of the Pink Lady. This is partly truth and fiction in The Pink Series.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
You Are Not Welcomed Here...
My peace is gone, my calm once more stolen The chaos of my mind runs wild I am no longer young, and free Strapped down to my so called life, trapped behind caged bars
By J.W. Baird6 months ago in Poets
The forgotten
I finally lost what I've been fighting for today the remembrance of you is all that remains and that's until my memory begins it's end
By Tressa Rose6 months ago in Poets
The raise I never wanted
Foggy memory took place in a foggy mirror. Late-night whispering from my sleep to reality. Fingers are cold, wiped foggy mirror, unrecognized pale souls embarked on a silent night.
By Johana Torres6 months ago in Poets
Winds of fate. Content Warning.
How long can one lay on the brink of life or death before the choice is taken away? Losing you made me lose the will to live I debated it honestly the reaper testing me
By Tressa Rose6 months ago in Poets