Mental Health

The Hourglass
You threw it once, hard enough to splinter the glass— the force of your rage painting fractures like frantic lightning frozen mid-bolt
By Ellie Hoovs10 months ago in Poets
'𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮'
I left something, didn’t I? What else could explain this weight I carry but cannot name? My mind rushes through all I've held,
By Lou Holz10 months ago in Poets
Happiness: Self First, Then Shared
A person's individual happiness serves as the starting point for genuine, everlasting satisfaction. Finding personal satisfaction leads to everlasting joy because it enables individuals to discover their life's first true contentment.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing10 months ago in Poets
Twirls, Toast, & Tantalizing Scents
With a "Bring!" the alarm went off. Rubbing my eyes, I turned off the alarm. Pushing back the comforter, I stretched and got out of bed. With a twirl around the room, I headed to freshen up for the day.
By Staringale10 months ago in Poets
Light Through the Fog
In shadows deep, where silence stays, And time moves slow through heavy haze, I’ve wandered lost with weary eyes, Beneath a storm-choked, sunless sky.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Poets
The Wind That Blows My Mind
I sit alone, the silence loud. The wind breaks through the heavy cloud. It touches deep a restless sigh. And stirs the memories I hide.
By Itching Bitching Chiching Cha10 months ago in Poets
Burn.. AI-Generated.
Embers in the heart. Burning. Suffocating, smoke filling the chest. Heat swelling in the head. Sparks stinging every inch of the body.
By Muhammad Al Rifqi10 months ago in Poets
Mirrors in Motion. Top Story - April 2025.
Mirrors in Motion The words you speak, the way you stand, The kindness offered with an open hand, The anger flung like stones at night,
By Gabriela Tone10 months ago in Poets
Writers Need Earning, Not Antidepressants
It's easy to be depressed, Who wouldn't be? Writing is a noble act, and you get pittance. On Medium, you pay $15, and get a ridiculous $30.
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
The Way I Feel
Sometimes feeling things is too hard. I shut it out as long as I can but not forever. It's in every breath, every thought,
By New England Poet 10 months ago in Poets
Please Leave Me Alone
Let me make my own decisions Everything will work out in the end Anger don't move me Violence don't scare me Eventually, we'll see what's the right path for me
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets
What Time Can't Take.
When we are kids, it seems time lasts forever, and we are free to run outside with our siblings, cousins, and friends. The sun watches over us as it starts to sink
By April Kirby.10 months ago in Poets