Mental Health

Tick here to accept me as I am 🔲
Hi! My name is _________ Today I feel ____________ I need: 🔲 time 🔲 space 🔲 patience . I'm just a Skin Canvas Working Shit Out
By Addison Alder9 months ago in Poets
Living Death
They pump me full of meds My brain is dead But the thesis of theocracy says the fetus persists Now I am a Petri dish for this life to exist
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Resentment from the Grave
It’s kind of amusing to think about things I don’t say out loud because I say everything out loud. But then it had me thinking,
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
Wisdom Whispers
Penetrating the faces of places, the rooms we never go I fight for insight, always thirsty for knowledge Yet, somehow, the more I learn, the less I know
By Chantal Christie Weiss9 months ago in Poets
Is the Internet a Blessing or Curse
Is the Internet a Blessing or Curse We smile through screens, not face to face. Each home aglow, a wired place A air-tight roof, the outside lost
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Weighed Down
How do I even get out of here? There are no chains holding me down. The recesses so dark that they have their own kind of glow. But this is my nest and my cavern where not even bats will join me. They aren't blind you know, just really bad at sight. As am I, especially in foresight. I should have seen this coming, should have been able to track this decline.
By Ariana GonBon9 months ago in Poets
Sure, I’ll Fix Everything (But First, Let Me Cry in the Bathroom)
Oh, absolutely, it’s fine Let me carry the world on this spine. Need emotional support? A last-minute plan? Just toss it to me, I’m that kind of fan.
By Im lil jim bob9 months ago in Poets
Brazos De Mar Y Luna
I have come to love my room, where I am my own enemy and hero. My altar is in the corner, La Virgen (another Xicana), painted under Her aura, is there. All the different ways She can be portrayed look over me while I sleep, along with the letters from my grandparents, from a lost love, from current romance. She sees me fighting with myself to sleep.
By Ariana GonBon9 months ago in Poets
Lost In The Shadows
I’ve walked this path with weary feet, Each step a whisper of defeat, The stars above, they’ve lost their glow, The winds of doubt, they fiercely blow.
By Syira Husairi 9 months ago in Poets
A New York City Mourning
The trains and buses are bleak New Yorkers jokingly complain of tourists in the way of a New York minute But I never thought the city would be this empty consistently
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
I choose me
I used to think love meant giving, Even when it left me bare. To shrink so others could shine, To stay silent, to always care.
By Im lil jim bob9 months ago in Poets
When Lights Go Out
When Lights Go Out When lights go out, the silence cracks open, and faces bleed from the cracks. They don’t just whisper mistakes,
By Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets