Mental Health

Happiness in Home. Top Story - June 2025.
If you think happiness comes only: When you stroll tropical beaches with plumeria in hair and a margarita... Or take a cruise to Alaska,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Envy Your Pain
I watched them cry — as I did not, and I wanted to offer a hug. I felt sorry for them, for the sadness they bore, and yet I noticed how love shown through their eyes.
By Marysol Ramos9 months ago in Poets
Hear Again
Here again Like a long-distance old friend Taking my breath away Tears falling down my face Saying goodbye to the past
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
The Struggle Of Becoming
Here in the Darkness... I Feel... Confined... Cramped... Limited... I am Not What I Was... But I Have Not Yet Become Whatever is Next.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)9 months ago in Poets
Fear of the Future
Hide my truth out of sight, Let the day wait before those common gorse Your face of trust without a ring I never said… I hated him
By Caitlin Charlton9 months ago in Poets
Pride Under Pressure—A Love That Refuses to Vanish. AI-Generated.
There is a weight to being seen. A sharp, unrelenting pressure that presses against the ribs, constricts the breath, and warns—too much visibility will cost you. It is the unspoken lesson of survival, passed down through glances, through silences, through doors that close quietly when you walk into a room. Be careful. Be small. Be quiet.
By taylor lindani9 months ago in Poets
Spiraling
The dishes are piling up again overflowing from the sink across the counter, the stovetop, the consequences of my own inaction,
By Kay Husnick9 months ago in Poets
Trapped Inside Someone Else’s Body
Trapped Inside Someone Else’s Body My voice doesn’t match the mouth that opens. When I speak, the words snag. Not wrong. Not bad. Just not mine.
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Mosaic Me
I feel devastated. Heartbroken. Disappointed. I want to be angry, but there’s no one to blame. Sometimes shit just sucks.
By Lolly Vieira9 months ago in Poets
Left Behind
You found me in my darkest days, Held my hand through endless haze. You kissed my scars, you made me whole, Told me I was yours, body and soul.
By Wonder Waves9 months ago in Poets
Love Wasted
Where darkness is love will not be found Just dead inside No life No peace No joy Darkness is filled with greed A very selfish thing
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
Blood Red Cotton Wool Sunset
I don’t want to be here anymore. That’s the simple, dangerous truth of it. I seek an abnormal singularity of somewhere safe,
By Ian Vince9 months ago in Poets