Mental Health

Consent Form
Content Warning: This poem contains references to sexual assault, medical trauma, and institutional violence. She signed the line they traced across her thigh
By Fatal Serendipity7 months ago in Poets
Words for When It Hurts
Face the pain. Feel it all Let it engulf you. Let it uproot you Don’t stop yourself from breaking, you can’t Don’t hold back the tears, let them flow
By vijay sam7 months ago in Poets
The Shapeshifter
Probing tendrils pass over textures, details, and meanings Carrying the body through a kaleidoscope of other people's dreams.
By Ian Lund7 months ago in Poets
Free From Freedom
How can I say this? My mind caged as I witness— I'm... my only witness. On this day, these days, without forgiveness, I ask for forgiveness.
By Unspoken Words7 months ago in Poets
Onboarding for the Disembodied
What happens when grief enters a system? When sorrow is weighed like evidence, when memory is scanned and filed, when time loses track of your name? These four poems trace the quiet passage of a soul through intake and error, through digital shadows and misspoken needs, and into a house where even silence keeps its own schedule.
By Fatal Serendipity7 months ago in Poets
Is True Acceptance Found, or Forged?
Living in this world, the hardest thing is to satisfy everyone. No matter how good you are, some people will hate you. No matter how sincere you are, there will always be those who doubt you. Sometimes, it's not that you are flawed, but rather that you haven't met the right person. To those who dislike you, you might be the worst sight. Yet, in the hearts of those who appreciate you, you are the brightest star.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Mid-Stride Revelation
Wait, did I leave the oven on or no, that was yesterday, today is what day is it? My mind keeps losing track like keys that vanish the moment you need them.
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
Becoming a Hardcore Capitalist
Throughout your life, you have introduced new ideas to your family. They continually assaulted you. Your family only cared about themselves, and they took everything from you.
By TheNaeth7 months ago in Poets
A Different Woman
I have become a different woman— more peaceful, more humble, more kind. I don’t know. if it is time, or life,
By vijay sam7 months ago in Poets
The Fog is Thick
The fog is thick this morning. The window tint, a greenish-white haze as if the panes are frosted glass. The tree across the yard has disappeared.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 months ago in Poets
In Honor of the Slain Police Officer
What kind of country are we becoming? I read the news of a police officer in New York, being fatally shot by a gunman. As I saw his funeral procession, my heart broke.
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets
Me and My Heart
Me and my heart, we talk at night, In whispers soft, beneath moonlight. It beats so loud when I feel pain, Yet sings with joy like summer rain.
By Solene Hart7 months ago in Poets