Mental Health

Instructions for Disappearing
It’s easy to be invisible. All you have to do is go with the flow, make yourself small, * do a little people pleasing dance.
By David Muñoz7 months ago in Poets
Happy For Him
Would you still be happy for him if all his dreams came true If he became more successful than you Would you still be happy for him if he found love with someone else
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
Marriage to the Minotaur
As I construct a white wall A labyrinth of linen, draped Boil-washed and bleached to the bone Pure as an eggshell You appear outside
By Angela Goldsmith Author @Waterstones7 months ago in Poets
I Remember Forgetting
I can’t remember what I said last December, The past slips fast from my hands. When I dive into the deep recesses of my mind,
By caito7 months ago in Poets
Emotional Makeup
Cosmetics Accentuate Attributes, Hide Flaws, Promote Confidence, Spark Intrigue. Emotional Makeup Accentuates Attributes,
By vijay sam7 months ago in Poets
Do You Fear Losing Someone, Or Not Knowing How to Be Alone?
The more you know how to be alone, the less you fear losing someone. In fact, I've always liked traveling solo. Beyond the freedom, no one needs to accommodate anyone else. You decide what time to have breakfast, what time to go out, and how long to stay at a tourist attraction.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Ink-Stained Dreams
Oh, to be a poet in a candle-lit room, Where silence hums like a sacred tune, With scattered pages and ink-stained hands, And verses flowing like ocean sands.
By The Pen of Farooq 7 months ago in Poets
The hard truth
The man I am today was once the kid I hated to be. Growing up without any influence to be a better person is hard mentally to grow confidence. I had to learn to love myself first and appreciate me and love what I do for myself and others. Some people have never knew the work I had to put on myself to be the person I am. I am finally the person I want to be for myself and the loved ones around me. It has been easy to speak negative over my life because of how I was raised. I love myself now but know noon understand the hard battle of learning not to hate myself
By Walter D.Witherspoon7 months ago in Poets
Love and Porcupines
Love and porcupines Go together like cyanide and wine A deliciously disastrous embrace Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Missed Signals
they said “She’s quiet today.” But they didn’t ask why. They said “She's tired lately.” But didn’t ask what from. They said
By Jaci 7 months ago in Poets
A Voice Calling Me Home
The silence is deafening. I go to speak, but the words tangle and drown in my throat. The things left unsaid are buried deep inside of me.
By Jaci 7 months ago in Poets
Delusions and Hallucinations
I open my eyes but my vision is obscured by hallucinations. The sun may be shining but I see grey shapes Luring me into a puddle of darkness and insecurity.
By Sid Aaron Hirji7 months ago in Poets