Mental Health

Eyes Open
I can barely keep my eyes open But too scared to close What will I miss? What did I forget? Can’t go to sleep now, without doing this and this.
By L.I.Eabout a month ago in Poets
i burn.
i burn. ~ paper-thin skin, an oil-soaked rag wicking the viscous ooze of human condition, hair and limbs catching like tinder
By Heather Hublerabout a month ago in Poets
For The Lord of the Highway
I The Lord of the Highway died this week, poet, raconteur, honky-tonk hero, the first person I’d ever heard * to blend a West Texas twang
By David Muñozabout a month ago in Poets
Cooling Embers. Runner-Up in The Last Flame Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
My husband is a bit of a pyromaniac. We couldn’t get insurance On our wedding barbeque Because he’s known in town For his conflagrations.
By Aubrey Rebeccaabout a month ago in Poets
The Firing-Range.
Painted smile, ironed clothes, Brain runs wild - no one knows. Another day, another mess, Another night - compounding stress
By Latisha Fairfullabout a month ago in Poets
sorrows
I relinquish my sorrow from my heart through my lips & into this river blanketed grief no longer holds me down it will forever be apart of me
By G.S Hasckleabout a month ago in Poets
For them.
You woke up in sadness. You woke up in pain. You woke up to shame, the blame, the bitter words untamed. - You woke up in silence.
By Latisha Fairfullabout a month ago in Poets
Hope you . Content Warning.
I hope you win in 26, As I could t give much hate as you in for three years Never gave you a match to begin you hating on me
By Erica Williamsabout a month ago in Poets
I Am From
I am from a glass town, not well known but of great affluence. I am from a yellow and brown parsonage, with a second-story, screened-in porch where my brothers and I would play with legos. I am from our family dog Bandit, a husky mix. I am from the neighborhood kids I was friends with, and the backyard which seemed huge as a child that in reality was kinda small, but it had a tree fort in the very back that was so much fun to play on.
By Caleb B Geigerabout a month ago in Poets
Bogof & Obesity
Bogof & Obesity They slap the signs on the shelves, Buy one, get one free, the bold print flashes, Hands reach out, dragging more than hunger,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
A Wife's Silent Struggle
The alarm has not yet rung, but his voice is already there—sharp, insistent, cutting through the dark. “You’re late.” “You never do it right.”
By Elisa Wontorcikabout a month ago in Poets
Sun Will Rise Again
You might feel bad today You do nothing but pray That things will turn around You fell on the ground But you can rise again
By Domiabout a month ago in Poets