Mental Health

Lonely on earth
Surrounded— yet alone. With nothing to grasp as your own, trapped in the prison of abandonment. Why justify the unjustifiable?
By Marcus Hill7 months ago in Poets
Is This the Horizon of Our Love?
Maybe I've gotten used to not seeing you. In fact, if we can only stay in this stage of missing each other, I probably didn't love you very much. That's because love needs communication, words, understanding, support, and companionship to continue.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
a canvas of shadows. Honorable Mention in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge.
There’s a shadow on the wall that doesn’t belong— I’ve stared into this canvas for far too long,  half a life spent watching it breathe with the dark, shadows and light moving like a quiet song.
By Harleen 🤎7 months ago in Poets
They Told me Truth was a Casualty
I was going through old photos and thought about when I worked at Universal Studios Hollywood, which was years ago in the 90s. Now It is 2025 and I am 75. I don’t like to talk about myself, but I remember a lot of good times. We laughed, cried, danced, and worked our booties off. It is pleasant. I turned off the news. We all need to laugh a little, think about the good times for a bit, but VOTE BLUE.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Drowning
I can hear it beat with my head under water. As I recall time, what a strange life I have lived. I'm ready to start anew.
By Tennessee Garbage7 months ago in Poets
How I Disappear . Content Warning.
I don’t know what you thought motherhood was supposed to be But this is not it Just because you don’t use your fists Doesn’t mean you don’t hit
By C. Carlson7 months ago in Poets
The Quickening
Winter's whispers ride the winds A storm awakens in the north It comes to claim all those who've sinned All discontent it does call forth
By Insinq Datum7 months ago in Poets
Gerard's Deception.
He had once been a happy, vibrant child, but the light had gone out of his eyes. He tended his little stone house - a young man who moved without footsteps.
By Antoni De'Leon7 months ago in Poets
Pack Your Shadow
You want to say goodbye to everyone you know and why. I can't say it's a good thing, but it can— can be done.
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
The IP'er
Eyes are becoming the leader... is hard. Eyes are petitioning, and are listening. Eyes are becoming the reader... too, thinking no— no top.
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
The Art of Becoming Nothing. Top Story - July 2025.
First: Weep until thy tears carve rivers through the mask thou wearest for the world. Let the fire burn away all false names
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
When Silence Became You
I hear your laugh in walls so bare, Like ghosted whispers in the air. The bed is made, the light is dim, But still, I drown where you used to swim.
By Mahmood Afridi7 months ago in Poets