Mental Health

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This is a part of OUTSTAGES CAFE, a paranormal virtual event. Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie and Vicki. This a and will include actual footage of our experiences.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
journal entry #1
Am I having a crisis that one might call existential? Or am I just extra mental? I’ve always loved that one quote—how does it go?
By Summer Robinson7 months ago in Poets
The Day Is Winding Down
The day is winding down Still got you on my mind Can’t wait to close my eyes And be in a happy place Where I don’t think of you
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
Last One,
I don't think its fair- that the bad eggs get to live, when the good die young. Why does it have to be me? Why can't it be you?
By Tennessee Garbage7 months ago in Poets
The Art of Seeming Fine
Wake up before the world notices. Stare at the ceiling until the weight shifts enough to move. Not lighter. Just different.
By Oula M.J. Michaels7 months ago in Poets
I Can't Tell You I Love You
I think in quantums, bounds, and leaps Linking my past to a future I cannot reach I dissect your dialect, using intellect
By Marilyn Glover7 months ago in Poets
Is It Oversharing?
Is it oversharing to say I’m having a hard time? I don’t know the woman in the mirror Were her eyes always so close together?
By Justin Black7 months ago in Poets
Unrivalled Bliss
I feel so often not good at all "I'm okay" the perfect mask perfect lie I feel so often not good enough "I'm okay"
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
200-Year Legacy. Content Warning.
As the darkness covers me, I lie distraction-free Alone with my swirling thoughts, slipping from serenity Confronted with feelings, those I struggle to embrace
By Tiffiney Cornish7 months ago in Poets
The Strong Friend
There’s something stirring in my spirit. Searching for clarity while the vision is cloudy. Maybe due to my fears or due to my tears welling up over glazed eyes as I try to suppress it all.
By Tiffiney Cornish7 months ago in Poets
Earning My Strips
My foot on the back of the tiger’s neck, I can’t let up. The pressure applied is keeping me alive. But my legs are shaking. This level of stress is hard to sustain. My knees are starting to give way and my peace is going with it. Anxiety steps in. I’m losing ground. My mind, once quiet with determination, is starting to shift focus to the growls beneath my petite size 8. Such a small amount of surface for such large shoes to fill.
By Tiffiney Cornish7 months ago in Poets
Toting Toxicity
Noticed myself getting jealous about this man. Not even because I want him, but because he hasn’t responded to how great I am.
By Tiffiney Cornish7 months ago in Poets