Mental Health

Containment
Argue A shaken cola bottle — Foam climbing the neck Shut the lid Seal it tight. Sound scrapes the drum of my ear
By Krysten Guilbaultabout a month ago in Poets
𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤
There's a tiny flash of light when the welled-up tears breach their lash-lined reservoir my own heat spills down my cheeks
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
The Weighted Years
Walk through the world with a history bone, Carried from lands once taken and thrown. Shadows of ancestors pressed into skin,
By Vabout a month ago in Poets
A Reserved Heart: The Wisdom of Letting Go
"It's not that I'm devoid of feelings; I simply no longer entrust myself to uncertain people." For a time, I would often panic and lose my composure over a single word, emotion, or gesture from someone. It seemed as if the slightest frown from them would crumble my world, and a sigh would make me doubt myself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets
Tyra. Content Warning.
I need something... Anything... I just want her to shut up for chrissake, This vile, horrid tyrant stuck in my head. This agonizing bully I wish was long dead.
By Naomi Abbyabout a month ago in Poets
Currents
Closing down the day, a layer of powder and a liquid moon, plants edging the closed cafe, left to die. I cannot stomach the brutality of nature.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P about a month ago in Poets
Red Flags Quietly
You never raised your voice— That was the trick. Like a faucet left barely open, all night, all week, until the sink started smelling like metal.
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Few Will Tell You This
The urge to die hits me first thing stronger than anything. It circles in my head then pierces me - a sharp spike.
By Moon Desertabout a month ago in Poets
Winter Solstice Gratitude
Winter Solstice, Thank you for: Ancestors and family who’ve passed, and thanks to those to come. Look forward. Each day we experience wondrous sights. Our moon, sun, shooting stars and meteors, planets near and far, and the constellations within our spiraling Milky Way galaxy. Look up.
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Poets
Warmth Without Strings
You used to call me “easy,” like a compliment, like I was a hoodie you could steal and wear out the elbows on. I laughed. I always laughed.
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
The Quiet Thought
The Quiet Thought It arrived without a warning, small and calm and well behaved. A thought that asked a simple thing, then quietly stayed.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Slow Build
Eyes open Click…Tab…Open Lights switch on Click…Tab…Open Momentum carries feet to the scratchy needling carpet Click…Tab…Open
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets