Mental Health

Say It Loud and Clear. Top Story - June 2025.
I wrote the following quickly after hearing the news, but felt it best to go back and add this because so much goes unsaid
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Poets
Is This a Lollipop World?. Content Warning.
I WROTE THIS! I CREATED THIS! I REALIZE YOU GUYS ARE GOING, "Oh, there she goes again same ole tune, same ole to take up my time. I HAVE A MESSAGE TO SPREAD. I AM OKAY AFTER EXPRESSING THE TRUTH AND RELEASING THE DREAMS OUT OF MY BRAIN. It is 3am and I am still writing and creating! I WROTE THIS! I ALSO WORKED ON THE MUSIC! IT IS 3AM.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
It Is Always There
“Use your struggles and frustrations today to motivate you rather than annoy you. You are in control of the way you look at life”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff9 months ago in Poets
Start Today
“Your track record for getting through hard days is 100% so far” Remember that! You should be proud of yourself for getting this far in life.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff9 months ago in Poets
Be Positive All Day Long
“Those times when you don’t feel like being positive are the times when choosing to be positive makes the biggest difference”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff9 months ago in Poets
City Whispers: Poems of Lonely Connection
City Whispers: A Book of Poems Concerning Urban Solitude and Connection (Author's Note: This work investigates the city's paradox – a location abounding with millions, yet frequently hugely lonely. It glances at transient glimpses of connection and the constant buzz of loneliness sensed in the urban sprawl.)
By Get Rich9 months ago in Poets
Full of Vitality. Content Warning.
I wrote this, created out of my dreams from my DNA of my brain. Full of vitality, Peppy is an informal adjective that means full of vitality, bouncy, or energetic.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Empty
I wanted to feel something Anything I threw my body on yours Allowed yours in mine I've never felt so empty
By Gail Fredricks9 months ago in Poets
This Isn’t Weakness — I’m Just Tired (In New York)
In New York, no one asks how you're doing. Everyone's rushing somewhere, and if you’re tired, if you cry, if you stop — just don’t block the subway doors.
By Eric Q Feng9 months ago in Poets
backstairs, yesterday.
I'd rather sit far away Smile 'til my legs gave way And crumple, crumple, crumple Into the arms of my concreted shadow Than
By Ruby Red9 months ago in Poets
The Shadow That Stays. Content Warning.
Oh, how I hate the darkness. It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t speak. It just slips in— like a secret you forgot you buried deep.
By JesMe9 months ago in Poets
Fear in Freefall, What If You Never Land?. AI-Generated.
There is a moment in silent, suspended, where the world splits open beneath you. The ground that once held your weight dissolves, and you plummet into the unknown. You reach, grasp, clutch at the air, but there is nothing solid to hold onto. This is the terror of freefall not the moment of impact, not the wound of collision, but the unrelenting uncertainty of never landing at all.
By taylor lindani9 months ago in Poets