Mental Health

So Many Lines
I am the definition Of a heart out on my sleeve I am true loves, love letter More than worth the read What you sees' not all you get
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
A Stranger’s Echo.
He is calm. A stillness in a storm I won’t address. A storm that grows inside of me, But i refuse to confess. * His eyes are brown, perhaps,
By Marvelous Michael10 months ago in Poets
The Peace
This is such a beautiful lilting melody, with lyrics that remind us that we can just be. We are spiritual beings with bodies, and our minds are the battlefield of the War of the Worlds, the spiritual world and the natural world clashing over our thoughts and actions.
By Colleen Walters10 months ago in Poets
That's me
When you need to find your courage When you doubt that you're enough When the world leaves you discouraged Stand your ground and call its bluff
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
Why the Disconnect? Decoding the "Floor" of Communication
In communication, there exist individuals who grasp our messages instantly, yet we cannot connect with certain people no matter what we express. Does this describe any of your experiences?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
Revelations
Revealing and eliciting and elaborating on a variety of ideas and thoughts that educate us who are learning to acknowledge and accept the
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Poets
When the Sky Forgot to Hold Back
When the Sky Forgot to Hold Back The sky cracked open like a tired heart, Too full to hold its sorrow apart. And down it came — the monsoon sigh,
By Lokesh Kumar10 months ago in Poets
MIRRORS. 🪞
I still remember the first time. Tiny hands, wide eyes. I was nine, holding up a mirror. * And within was a reflection that didn’t hate me back.
By Marvelous Michael10 months ago in Poets
Frustrations of Immigrant Mother
I don’t worship God, I’m not a believer of scriptures, No temple or church for me. I use vulgar language
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Wine and Anxiety
Wine and Anxiety Should we go for a drink? It’s the same as asking you to tell me about your day and I tell you about mine.
By Alea Veda10 months ago in Poets
She Goes Nature Walk
She goes nature walk every single day, as if she is committed. She looks mindfully, paying attention to everything.
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Descent
I made a descent from that forsaken place, Had to step back — yeah, it's a damn disgrace. My mama taught me better than that,
By Tony Martello10 months ago in Poets