Mental Health

It is time to Step Out
Here are four items that you need to release in order to find your way back to peace: You hold the false belief that you somehow have bad qualities. Love functions through appreciation without Good versus Bad evaluation. The most universally admired people experience criticisms of their character.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
deep pressure
sometimes i think i love too deep the kind of pressure only a mollusk would know or whatever it is that lives 40,000 feet down
By Lolly Vieira10 months ago in Poets
It's the pain.. Content Warning.
It's the pain—I can't think straight. My mind dreams only in quatrains, Rattling, shattering, utterly insane. My hands go numb
By Lolly Vieira10 months ago in Poets
Sometimes it be like that 😁
[Verse] Woke up feeling like a hurricane blast Thought I'd outrun it but it’s way too fast My brain’s a disco with the lights on crack
By Blake Robert10 months ago in Poets
Sometimes, We Forget
Sometimes... we forget Two people who have been together for a while From being far away, they become close people But sometimes, we are so close that we can't see
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Poets
Love is a gamble.
Love is a gamble. But I’m not willing to take that bet. The odds are thin, and the downfall is massive. I’m not risking myself against numbers stacked so high against me.
By Amber10 months ago in Poets
State of Mind
If you're seeking clarity, you'll have to look elsewhere. Lately I'm a little foggy. I'm using my energy sparingly, a little here, a little there-
By BrettNotGreg10 months ago in Poets
Omer 15 - wild roses three
With open maw and wider eyes, I gaze into kaleidoscopic array of wild roses before me, within me. Wild roses of magenta, white, and dusty lilac:
By Chaia Levi10 months ago in Poets
A Shard of Ice. Top Story - May 2025. Content Warning.
The quickened beat of a wounded heart Struck thoughtlessly by a shard of ice So rapidly does the heart still And the blood cool
By Ian Read10 months ago in Poets
The Storm I Tried to Keep
I stared into the gray of you; it matched what I saw in my own reflection. Dreams soaked in salt air, as if they could be preserved -
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
Hesitant
It's almost physical, that barrier - harshly halting any potential proud moment. It mimics fear, but they are different. What is the cause?
By BrettNotGreg10 months ago in Poets
He Murdered Her For Cheating
Murdered For Cheating He dragged her across the dance floor by her ponytail in the pub last night. His eyes were green with jealousy,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets