Mental Health

One Word
Signs Signs from beyond Release Release from my palms Words Words I've already spoken Passion Passion that's been awoken
By Lora Coleman8 months ago in Poets
The Cat Lady’s Last Breath
The Cat Lady’s Last Breath Her house was a cave, a wild cat den, fifty cats prowled like shadows within. The air thick with stink, cat wee burned the walls,
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
We Broke In for a Laugh
We Broke In for a Laugh In the haunted house, we broke in just to laugh, but laughter’s a liar when tears crawl from your gut
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
I Am Chris
It’s funny how the script has flipped Younger me would say I’m whipped And maybe I am Or just exhausted But now I see it
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Lightning Strikes the Locksmith’s Grave
Lightning Strikes the Locksmith’s Grave They buried the locksmith with a chain through his mouth and a spike through each wrist.
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
No Money in Art
Don’t believe these heartless thieves And the lies they sell There’s no money in art If that’s true Why do all they seek to control all we do
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
I hope you get exactly what you deserve.. Content Warning.
In that moment, I wanted you to die— a horrible and horrific death, drowned, sinking into deeper waters,
By Lore S. Crown 8 months ago in Poets
Teleport
Did you teleport me back to my youth? Because suddenly, it’s like my heart remembered how to skip a beat. You make me feel young—
By Annie Edwards 8 months ago in Poets
Pressure
*I was going through some old notebooks and found some poetry I had written from when I was a teenager. At the ripe age of 37, this was quite a walk down memory lane. Here is one that I found called “Pressure,” that really made me reflect on some of the internal hardships I faced even when I was much younger. It made me want to give me younger self a hug, quite frankly. If only we could speak to our younger selves…
By Annie Edwards 8 months ago in Poets
If I Were More Brave. Top Story - June 2025.
I don’t say it, because softness like this feels risky when it’s real. But if I more brave— I’d tell you that you’re the kind of calm I didn’t know I needed.
By Annie Edwards 8 months ago in Poets
Things I Can’t Say Out Loud. Content Warning.
Things I Can’t Say Out Loud I look at you, sitting there, watching the time. It’s like you want to get out. Is she waiting?
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
She is a Ray of Sunshine
She believed she was the shadow— cast by something greater, trailing behind brilliance as if light was never meant for her.
By Annie Edwards 8 months ago in Poets