Mental Health

Inside an Accordion (Mental Health)
Sees the ridges, Sees what's inside returning, Sees, it's the next episode In a drama... Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith9 months ago in Poets
I'm Angry.
I'm angry. Not at the one I love and lost. Never them. I'm angry at the world for not giving me a sign that they're okay.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
Cry for Help from the Circuit Within
I watched The Animatrix at 2:47 AM, high and hollow, naked beneath the weight of thought, while the room breathed pixels and the shadows didn’t blink.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
Potion. Top Story - May 2025.
They say there's no such thing as magic but this bottle knows better: black label, liquid amber, sealed with promises
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets
Embrace the Unknown, Live Boldly
We might as well be bold, since no one can leave this world alive anyway. Faced with this inevitable end, why should we confine ourselves to the shackles of trivial daily life and shrink back for the sake of a few gains and losses? What is the meaning of life?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
travel [alone]. Content Warning.
i make plans. not to break, because i give weight to the honor of my word. and i, looking forward to the nostalgic,
By ⸘jason alan‽9 months ago in Poets
Going nowhere.. Content Warning.
The human. Conditioning in the air. Full of experience. Just a feeling we all have. The same different sensations.
By ⸘jason alan‽9 months ago in Poets
The Moth and the Flame
The Moth and the Flame ______________________________ Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where shadows dance and embers dream,
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Poets
Holy Armies. Content Warning.
Your God warns you of armies marching into you, taking arms up inside your vessels in the name of something holy. She speaks to you, Her voice
By Corvus9 months ago in Poets
Magick
I’m a superposition magician Filled with superstition A mitochondric pandemic of faith fueled chaos Cross faded into fatal futility
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Not in This Life
Somewhere out there I belong to you. We walk together in rose colored hues and I sing to you. - But here there is no forever.
By Sara Wynn9 months ago in Poets
The Cycle
From the earth I came And to there I shall return To a life reborn
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets