Mental Health

I'm Always Too Late
I’m always too late in doing everything— Be it something important to say, Or a promise I needed to keep. To call out to someone,
By Usama9 months ago in Poets
tough cookies. Content Warning.
TW: This story contains themes of mental health and self-harm. Reader discretion is advised. ... ... I've got that tough love,
By Ruby Red9 months ago in Poets
Not The Jealous Type
Not The Jealous Type She isn’t the jealous type, he said, tying his tie with hands that had touched someone else that morning
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Fighting Neighbours
Fighting Neighbours You moan at us for the banging doors, we however say nowt about your barking dog. You reported our television sound too high,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Be Careful What You Say
*** the silence bleeds heavy as it severs my tongue while my heart quietly hangs in the balance like a mother compelled to eating her young
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden9 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Unshed
If only silence could speak. You would hear me cry out From the dreadful deep, Of my subconscious that tells me, Men can’t weep.
By Andre The First9 months ago in Poets
She is a Blade of Grass. Top Story - May 2025.
She is a blade of grass— soft enough to sway, sharp enough to survive. Not the lush kind grown in manicured rows, but the kind that splits concrete
By Annie Edwards 9 months ago in Poets
On Grief's Shore.
Someone on here asked me if I’ve ever experienced something that made me truly understand how powerful grief can be, and I thought—what an amazing question. I have to write about it.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
The Truest Witness: Can Time Alone Judge?
Someone once asked me what I like most. I said I like watches and the time on watches. Because in this world, only time will not deceive people, and only time can prove everything. What is true? What is fake?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
Be Thankful And Greatful
It's just a strong desire Life can be survived without it Unsatisfied can feel like death But still, be grateful It is not a need
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
Anxiety
Years of sleep deprivation finally took their toll, Unrelenting allergies, dismissed as a cold, Brain fatigue, brain fog, palpitating tinitis,
By Amy Black9 months ago in Poets
Lest I Stray
I tremble, lest I stray from Thy holy will, for Thou alone dost order my steps aright. Let me not waltz from Thy sacred song,
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets