Mental Health

Medicine
“Health does not always come from medicine. Most of the time it comes from peace of mind, peace in the heart, peace in the soul.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff9 months ago in Poets
Healthier And Happier
“There is not enough room in your mind for both worry and faith. You must decide which one gets to live there” Which “one”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff9 months ago in Poets
Every Day
“Respect your body when it’s asking for a break. Respect your mind when it’s seeking rest. Honour yourself when you need a moment for yourself”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff9 months ago in Poets
The Seed Will Be Seen
I am the storyteller of the unseen, Planting truth in quiet soil. Some seeds bloom in daylight eyes, Others wait beneath the stars — patient, whole.
By Asanda M..9 months ago in Poets
Still Breathing, Barely Reaching
Somewhere between What we were and what we’ll never be, I’m standing still, Watching you disappear One silent day at a time.
By Cai Fox9 months ago in Poets
Cognitive Plasticity
Echoes of the environment Perk my awareness Too often a trigger is set Dismissive my take Realigning clarity Adhd or dillusional drfting? The echoes a constant norm. Sensible sounds in daily doses. Or strangely a Dr’s Misdiagnosis? Once taught how sacred is thought, Only obliviated by manic madness.
By Vinn Black9 months ago in Poets
Drifting Away
I want to give up I've lost my love She's drifting away In the current I made Because there's a storm that follows me
By CotardDelusionz9 months ago in Poets
A Short Perspective 2.0
I am a scab on a knee will never heal Pour rubber alcohol on me to see how it would feel Sometimes I would like to go out in hiding
By Forest Green9 months ago in Poets
T.L.C.. Content Warning.
Tired Lonely Careless My personal recipe for sin... Faceless with apathy, is by far, me at my ugliest‐ and not coincidentally enough,
By Josh Morgan9 months ago in Poets
Dangerous Wishes VII. Content Warning.
One of these days... Desire, will at last, be my doom‐ whether defined, or denied... What difference does it make? Whether I die to myself, by myself, or from myself...
By Josh Morgan9 months ago in Poets
Bite Your Tongue, Carol. Runner-Up in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge. Content Warning.
"Bite your tongue, Carol," That's what you all told me, Trying to silence me into shame, Because you were too blind to see his game,
By Carol Ann Townend9 months ago in Poets
The Last Guilt Trip
To my debilitating and self-sabotaging guilt, I resign from your clever ways How you wrap yourself around me like a vile vine
By Alyssa Musso9 months ago in Poets