Mental Health

Rock-A-By
Holding my hands from both sides wrapping my arms till they meet round behind contorting my body to hold itself to comfort myself
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
Embracing Life's Crucible
Life is a process of transformation. Only by experiencing various trials can you enrich your life. Only by confronting these trials repeatedly, and engaging in numerous contests, can life experience be accumulated and enriched.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets
The Narcissist
How many times did you promise? How many promises were broken? With all the help you received, You gave nothing in return.
By Robert Emmett11 months ago in Poets
In the Shadows, I Found the Flame
There was a weight I could not name, A hollow echo, cold and tame. Days blurred gray, nights stretched long, I forgot the words to every song.
By Richard Bailey11 months ago in Poets
The Stranger Within
It was as if a stranger had taken residence beneath her skin, mimicking her smile, her laughter, and her tears. But the eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and lifeless, like two stars extinguished by an invisible hand.
By Wasfa11 months ago in Poets
The Echo of Time. AI-Generated.
The clock hands move, so soft, so sly, A whisper drifting through the sky. The sun ascends, the moon retreats, And time rolls on with steady beats.
By Mesteren11 months ago in Poets
Hollow Hands
Hollow Hands They come with open, trembling palms,in need of warmth, in search of calm.They drink the light you freely give,but leave you empty, hard to live.
By Katie L. Kashan11 months ago in Poets
The Curse Of Elmo James
The cursed Elmo James There was a man born to the sinners, his name was Elmo James, on the day they christened him, the church burned down in flames.
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
The Collector of Tears
The Collector of Tears He walks the alleys where sorrow lingers, cupped hands catching grief like rain. No words, no comfort only silence,
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
The monsters are here
The monsters are here I close my eyes so tight in bed, but monsters creep inside my head. Their whispers slither through the dark,
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Mirror, mirror . Content Warning.
The truth is I spent the bulk of my 20s trying to make sure there was less of me to grab onto And I can't help but wonder if I should feel good that I accomplished my goal,
By Mikayla Rose11 months ago in Poets
Back to Paradise in every day of a being
The scent of a milk oolong tea just a touch of something familiar that melts Your mind into the being of a calm nature like a baby heart and brings You far far away from all the bad out there You are in a dream it does also bring You touch of a winter memory when all was all right Then after meditation and healing session Your health and consciousness brings another deeper and deeper and more open kind of a state and Hojicha is where I take it as my own continuation of a mind to last in it for quite deeper and deeper and far the very ancient smoky taste and bitterness that turned into the sweet waves it comes into my senses alarming its time to rest its time to take a break and its more than just normally oki no matter the whole of the rest Enjoying the life at the moment flowing like the self whole universe traveling in there synchronizing with the rhythm of the nature waving to stars and planets saying goodbye to the whole rest everyone deserve a longer break for themselves even narcissists need to understand that real clear angels they need to take Holiday where they cant connect but start their real true self way
By Lightness11 months ago in Poets