Mental Health

"Instructions for Unfolding"
Step one: forget the script. Step two: remember the ache behind your smile— how it hums like a haunted violin tuned to someone else’s dream.
By Vishwaksen9 months ago in Poets
"The Echo Has Teeth"
I left my name on a mirror once— fog-breathed and fading before I could finish the last letter. They called me by what they needed.
By Vishwaksen9 months ago in Poets
Memorial Day 2025. Content Warning.
After sleeping in today, I decided to create this commentary into a video story song. This is my commentary regarding the occupation of the Whitehouse by demented evil clowns who create destruction, death, and genocide.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Waves That Kiss the Shore Goodbye
The sea doesn’t shout when it says farewell. It whispers, soft and slow, as waves curl around the ankles of a shoreline already letting go.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
The Clock That Stopped at Dawn
The clock in the hallway stopped ticking at dawn— 4:47 a.m., the same minute your breath faded into the folds of morning light.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
Letters I Never Sent
They sit in a shoebox beneath my bed— creased, stained with coffee, some corners curled like they were too tired to hold their shape.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
The Cracked Mirror of Me
There’s a mirror in my room with a hairline crack across the center. It didn’t break from violence— just time. Or maybe from holding too many versions
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
If it Quacks
I’m walking a balancing beam soles turned out, duck-footed with poise. Teetering the edge of conviction, between my grandmother and mother.
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
A Glimpse of Miles
New York feels a little emptier without him around. Looking at this photo–Miles, his squint like worn leather, his fingers holding grace like something fragile and rare–
By The Learning Ledger9 months ago in Poets
Sanity poem
shadows swallow shallow shoulder shine swords sustain sacrifices self sold solid soul solo sortout still short, soft. Steady strike
By Karun 9 months ago in Poets
Echoes of a Forgotten Song
There was a melody once— soft as twilight, sweet as the breath between words. It played through open windows, drifted into summer kitchens
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
The Last Lantern in the Storm
They left long before the rain did— voices packed up in boxes, names erased from the fogged windows, memories still humming in the walls.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets