Mental Health

Understanding The Forge Of Creating A Different Future
If you want to Create a Different Future... You must Put Yourself through a Forge. It is a Difficult Thing to Face. There is the Fire of Creation that You Must Immerse Yourself Into.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)6 months ago in Poets
A Choice for Clarity
I'd rather live a simple life alone than get caught up in a complicated relationship with all its complex feelings. A relationship that should have ended long ago might be prolonged, but it will never lead to a successful conclusion. Even if an unsuitable person enters your life, they will eventually leave.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
Dear September!
Have you ever noticed how September feels like both a beginning and an ending? A month where the light softens, the air cools, and yet, everything within us feels like it’s waking up again.
By John Smith6 months ago in Poets
Dancing in a fog
I feel like I am dancing in a fog, a dance I used to know, but the steps slip away, the tune half-remembered, out of reach.
By Susan Fourtané 6 months ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
An Explanation
It’s as if the world presented you A plethora of problems None of which you have the answer to It’s feeling like you’re targeted
By Caitlyn Wenzel6 months ago in Poets
Cravings I Cannot Have: SILENCE
Up on the very high top of this very long list of things I crave, but have not been permitted to me, SILENCE. Through every night and day I make the same wish
By Josh Morgan6 months ago in Poets
Fragile, Broken. Content Warning.
My mind and body fragile, broken by hands once loved… then violence. Through pain and grief, I’m born again. * To heal, I turn to paper, pen,
By Krysha Thayer6 months ago in Poets
The Snow Storm
I told you I hated you, and I would be lying, if I said I was lying, because the snow and the stars see the secrets we keep,
By Lizzy Rose6 months ago in Poets
She Sits With His Ghost
She Sits With His Ghost she sits with his ghost in the quiet room the chair still warm where he once sat her hands cradle nothing yet everything
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Just Relax!
“Your calm mind is the ultimate weapon against your challenges. So relax." We live in a very busy world and we need to keep that ‘calmness’ inside of us.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff6 months ago in Poets