Mental Health

A Stranger in Your Memory
I believed that when I closed my eyes, the world would still remember me whole, that familiar voices would call my true name at dawn.
By Liora Vogel 8 months ago in Poets
Elegy for the Already Drowned
There are things that can't be said, can't be drawn and quartered can't be spatchcocked over the burning coals of Redemption Song
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Poets
Walking Into My Own Trap-v2
Sluggish heels betray my thoughts on a faded landscape, dragging along as the fleeting sunlight shuffles into its past.
By Laerilee8 months ago in Poets
Out of the Mold, Inside Your Soul
Never be afraid to be who you are. You didn’t come to this world to fit in— but to resonate. You arrived with a purpose,
By Liora Vogel 8 months ago in Poets
Where the Light Doesn’t Reach
I sat in your room today. Dust danced in a beam of sun, But you weren’t there to scold it Like you used to— “Always open the window,” you’d say,
By Mahmood Afridi8 months ago in Poets
The Book That Made Me Love Reading
I never liked books. Growing up, books were nothing but a burden to me. They were heavy, boring, and always connected to school, homework, and exams. Reading felt like a punishment—a painful task forced upon me by teachers who thought it would “shape my future.”
By Shohel Rana8 months ago in Poets
You think I'm a monster?
They threw things at me, they screamed, they called me all sorts of things, but if only they knew. If only they knew how they tortured me, hurt me and manipulated me.
By K.D. Hollow 8 months ago in Poets
When They Come with a Knife: Will You Yield or Stand Your Ground?
When someone comes to hurt you with a knife, they'll only bring one. Giving in and showing forbearance will only bring you more harm. When you've accumulated enough disappointment, you'll no longer have hope.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
Gross. Content Warning.
You're pathetic Look at you Pathetic Fucking disgusting Don't look into that mirror I don't wanna see you
By CotardDelusionz8 months ago in Poets
Ellie May Was Never Here
You knock where no door should be, the porch sagging like a breath held too long. That gate—red as blood or barnwood after rain— moans Ellie’s name,
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
Earth 19: The One That Burned the Bill. Content Warning.
This is my response to the big ugly bill. Millions of Americans will lose everything. I sang the blues today. I am disabled, old, and health issues. Yes, I will lose everything if something is not done to stop the Nazis and the Rumpty Dumpty crime syndicate.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Poets
The Nature We Love
The whisper of leaves in the morning light, The hush of the world before day takes flight, The song of a stream as it dances along,
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Poets