Mental Health

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
deliquium of your disintegration
i have tried to set your pedestal ablaze, but my curiosity, my understanding, my open arms, act as a kiln forging your base of clay
By Daniel Kabout a month ago in Poets
The Text Drafts
My Notes app is a museum of almosts— rooms full of sentences that never learned how to leave. ﹁﹂ One starts with “hey,”
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Calming Brainstorm
A bird pecks away Frozen seedlings don't deter Mellows mind matters
By Marilyn Gloverabout a month ago in Poets
End of Oblivion
A woman's hallmark: her flow is her flame Vital, essential, the bearer of life When her menses ends, why must she feel shame
By Marilyn Gloverabout a month ago in Poets
It was not love, it was a disease
Maybe she recognized him, but pretended that she was no longer there, that all those memories and experiences had turned her into someone he would never know again. The last flame of love, lit a year ago, full of hope, continued to toss her life left and right, straight ahead, until suddenly it fell inexorably to the ground and said, “Enough, this will never happen again.” Your chosen one will never happen. It is a walking illusion of hatred towards yourself and others. The fire went out forever, the flames died down, and she never spoke to her again.
By Darkosabout a month ago in Poets
Proof I’m Healing
I didn’t text you back this time. My thumb hovered—old muscle memory— like a dog waiting for a whistle That used to mean come here, be good.
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Slipping Away. Content Warning.
It would take nothing. A breath withheld, a step unmarked, a silence unbroken. The world would not notice at first— the chair still warm, the cup still half-full,
By Elisa Wontorcikabout a month ago in Poets
Why Taking It Slow Is the Only Way to Find a Cherishing Partner
By taking things slowly, you can effectively filter out those who truly cherish you. If you desire a healthy and stable relationship, do not easily accept just anyone's advances.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a month ago in Poets