Mental Health

Everything At Once
Sometimes it's hard to feel Feeling everything at once Thinking about everything at the same time Take a deep breath Ground yourself
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
Life's Dance Card
Fancy free, feet loose dancing on your shoes, toddling till my toes could tap, frying like bacon on the carpet, sizzling away from the fleeting
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
Food For Thought. Content Warning.
I know there's a battle going on‐ a war that I'm repeatedly told has already been won... that there's reason not to give up, but...
By Josh Morgan7 months ago in Poets
Echo in the Espresso
This is part of Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki The veil is thin. The stories are authentic and,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
What Did I Do
What Did I Do For all eternity, you said, but eternity slipped out the back door while I stood in white, believing. We died the day we said I do
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
You Leave Me Broken
You Leave Me Broken You leave me broken, not in halves but in thin slivers no one sees I smile through glass that cuts my mouth
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Forever Haunted.... Content Warning.
My intention came from compassion, love and care... Because you were struggling with age day after day. The light and joy that once filled you was now rare...
By Luna Verity7 months ago in Poets
Young, Assaulting Movie-Beings
My— an experience, that will never escape. They’re too young to be assaulting. It's the same scary movie we used to live... right?
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
The Puzzle of Loneliness
Lonely days, long nights, silence Are people the answer? Should I reach out? Should I step out? Will anyone understand me?
By vijay sam7 months ago in Poets
Life Laughed and Gave Me a Toothache
Growing pains, life unfurling Wisdom tooth. I don’t like it She said I’ll have to get it extracted Some day or the other
By vijay sam7 months ago in Poets
Mourning Cry
I got triggered this morning, a random scene from a film moving me to tears. * The vignette was emotional, certainly,
By David Muñoz7 months ago in Poets
The Ghost in My Mirror
The Ghost in My Mirror By [Huzaifa dzine] Every morning, I see her. She stands just behind the foggy sheen of the mirror, where my reflection should be. Her eyes mimic mine, but they are older somehow—haunted. Her skin carries the same freckles I have, but they’ve turned pale like faded ink. Her shoulders slump with a weight I never agreed to carry. Still, she waits there every day, wordless but watching, as I splash water onto my face and pretend not to notice.
By Huzaifa Dzine7 months ago in Poets