Mental Health

Putting Back the Pieces
My World Has Fallen Apart My world has fallen apart, bricks crumbling beneath my feet, memories drifting like smoke against a moon too bright to hold.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Embracing Life: Letting Go and Living in the Present
Allow everything to happen. Anything that could occur means that it will occur regardless of whether you are afraid or not. Therefore, decide and learn how to surrender it and stop struggling against it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
Grey thoughts
Raindrops, Tear drops, Pain stops, Heart stops. Grey days, Sundays, most days less fun days, Sipping coffee, sipping tea, sipping bleach, slipping free.
By Charlotte Eden 12 months ago in Poets
Sleepyhead
Off to sleep I go I think of you and just wish you'd close your eyes too. *+^+*+* Come on, sleepyhead You need to get to bed, or
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
Growing
The water's level always changes, rising first, then going down; same with Life, a priori truth hence the feeling of being drowned.
By Alex Torres12 months ago in Poets
A Heart at Peace
What is self-love? A person or a cup? Is it bitter as darkness, or sweet like syrup? Do I find it in another’s arms? No, I won't fall for fleeting charms.
By Alexander Cook12 months ago in Poets
20,000 Breaths a Day
I wear a tattoo on the inside of my forearm, a skull illustrating a Buddhist remembrance: * “I am of the nature to die.
By David Muñoz12 months ago in Poets
Walls
Walls work both ways One day you say hooray The next, you can’t stay Because walls work both ways _________________ The photo: Konrad Schumann jumping over the early Berlin Wall.
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Political Thirteen
They are at peace, yet... triskaidekaphobia! The day approaches... You may be on the wrong floor. * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe 12 months ago in Poets
Heart Like an Open Book
I have always held my heart out like an open book with clearly printed typeface A pages. Some have simply judged the cover
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
The Child Of Shadows. Top Story - February 2025. Content Warning.
Who am I? Did you not see my tears pouring down my bruised face? Did you not hear me scream while I faded, Like a vampire afraid to face the night?
By Carol Ann Townend12 months ago in Poets
Whispers in the Wound
Whispers in the Wound Childhood echoes, raw and wide, Carve rivers in the heart's dark side. A house of shadows, built with care,
By Katie L. Kashan12 months ago in Poets