Mental Health

The Weight of Unsaid Words
There are things I never told you— not because I didn’t feel them, but because they were too heavy to fit between hello and goodbye.
By Rahul Sanaodwala9 months ago in Poets
Leave For Happiness
Happiness on the other side Not loneliness Don't fear change Let it go It doesn't serve you any more No good thing come from it
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
Human Nature: Value Exchange
Interactions between people are essentially an exchange of values. So-called kindness shown to you is often based on your usefulness. Don't expect someone to be loyal and devoted to you unconditionally unless you consistently offer something they want.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
The Prophecy of Lain. Content Warning.
no matter where you go, everyone is always connected— until we aren’t until, perhaps, we never were an “online community”
By angela hepworth9 months ago in Poets
Enormity of Unity?
My thoughts and heart mimic the sound of the turning dryer. The left side of my brain tries to call my right side a liar.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
in the rain
in the rain i squint and i find the souls of trees. in the rain i listen and i see the echoes of coughs and colds. in the rain i wait a little and linger because of the smell of mud and dirt.
By Ruby Red9 months ago in Poets
I Almost Died
Let me tell you about the time that I almost died. No tears left to cry on my way to a permanent high. I collided with a boom. A big bang called life.
By Joe Patterson9 months ago in Poets
Memory Loss Hurts Deep
💔 I hold a name I cannot find, a fading echo in my mind. The mirror shows a face I knew, but now it's lost in shades of blue.
By Leesh lala9 months ago in Poets
A Bustle in the Hedgerow
when art is driven by more than a simple need to pay bills when art is transcendental and becomes more in others’ minds when art is the motivator,
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Poets
What a Terrible Age — Eighteen!
What a Terrible Age — Eighteen! At eighteen, there's no fear of age or strife, It seeks to break through walls of stone and fate,
By Wasib reza Fahim9 months ago in Poets
3 a.m.. Content Warning.
It's 3 a.m. and I'm awake in bed The voices are screaming inside my head I've been fighting for hours To not lose to the urges
By Rene Peters9 months ago in Poets
#1 or Re-Discovering Writing With Poet Rupi Kaur
I fell in love with the poetry of “insta-poet” Rupi Kaur on social media nearly a decade ago. As adult life got more and more busy, somehow life swept me away and I didn’t see much of her publications in the past years.
By Imola Tóth9 months ago in Poets