Mental Health

Knots
the sunlight on my skin when my body is at war, feels—grim, frantic.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
8 months in
Is this perhaps what they mean when they say the grass is greener? It was dull when we buried you here last winter. 1 year has passed
By angelica lesly8 months ago in Poets
Friendly Demons
They smiled, just so, with their lips partly closed, just enough so you couldn't see the jagged points of their fanged teeth.
By Ellie Hoovs8 months ago in Poets
Seeing But Unheard
I See It... The Pains that You Feel... The Fears that are Driving You... The Struggles You're Trying to Overcome. I Hear It...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)8 months ago in Poets
What becomes of the lonely people
What becomes of the lonely people What becomes of the lonely people who get lost in dreams? Who mouth soft words to empty walls
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Belt
Mysterious possession of a belt, From a figure less imaginable, Than someone not in charge, Still cannot imagine why a piece of leather messed me up so bad,
By Tambourine Man8 months ago in Poets
I Left Pieces of Myself in Every Goodbye
I Left Pieces of Myself in Every Goodbye There are people who leave without warning, and there are those we choose to let go. But no matter who leaves first, a goodbye always takes something with it. And sometimes, it leaves behind something we never wanted to keep—regret, silence, or an unspoken sentence hanging in the air.
By Hamid8 months ago in Poets
Choice. Content Warning.
There always were so many, Until there was one, And in that illusion, There were truly none. Over my body living I do what I please,
By Tinka Boudit She/Her8 months ago in Poets
Steal my Sunshine
Hello, it’s nice to meet you and I’m really glad I’m here. I’m happy, effervescent, and I’m sure to bring you cheer. You’ll tell me your life story before you disappear.
By Amos Glade8 months ago in Poets
Finding Myself
An elegy Written in memory Of the person I was Meant to be Yet, never got the chance To grow and form The jagged crystalline
By K.B. Silver 8 months ago in Poets
Am I a crybaby?
Amma, am I a crybaby? Who told you that, my dear girl? Who made you question your open, feeling heart? Nobody, I whisper...
By Manisha Dhalani8 months ago in Poets
Or Is It Just Me?
Conversations I have In My Head At The Grocery Store..."no, no, no, please, go right ahead... it's obvious to me now just how important you really ARE, heaven forbid you'd have to wait in line, with the rest of us peons. I am just so sorry I didn't recognise how important you were, before I got in your way."
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets