Mental Health

Folk Song for The Swamp
Oh, Oliver Anthony's song of the rich men north of Richmond has some heart. So, Shanon's gonna sing on back to let you know how time feels,
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman12 months ago in Poets
again. Content Warning.
still just a bundle of sticks feeding the fungus and becoming compost or burned in pyres fueling the hunt for witches or because it feels good
By ⸘jason alan‽12 months ago in Poets
Alright, Enough. Top Story - February 2025.
“That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end.” ― Elizabeth Wurtzel
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Three Minds at Play
Three Minds at Play Three voices hum within the mind, A tangled trio, intertwined. Each speaks its truth, each holds its sway,
By Katie L. Kashan12 months ago in Poets
Who is Your Person
Who is your person Everybody has one The one you turn to when life’s fading to black The one you know will aways have your back
By Abi Rose Travis12 months ago in Poets
I Told Myself That I Was Beautiful
I told myself that I was beautiful. The mirror said I lied. So, I looked on through to the other side. I saw a girl with a heart of gold.
By Cathy holmes12 months ago in Poets
A Place That Wasn't Mine
She feared the day she’d be replaced, Clung to love, her heart misplaced. Built a home in borrowed space, Never knowing it lacked a place.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar12 months ago in Poets
Soulless. Content Warning.
Just to be clear: first, you were betrayed. - Then, you betrayed me. - - After feeling that hurt, you decided to
By Sara Wynn12 months ago in Poets
When Hatred Rules. Top Story - February 2025.
You have your reasons Nobody questions that You have your stories We all heard it You have your sentiments Some believe it
By Ann ☕️12 months ago in Poets
reflections on paul
to paraphrase, reflect: love is forbearing gracious wishing the best for others with neither envy nor complaint pleased with what is just
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock12 months ago in Poets
A Little Bit Broken
I'm angry and I can't stand it. There's no real reason behind the anger. I can't ever control it. I never quite learned how.
By Jasmine Harris12 months ago in Poets
Land of Magic
In shadows deep where silence dwells, A garden blooms beneath cracked shells. Children of trauma, tender, worn, Seeking solace where dreams are born.
By Katie L. Kashan12 months ago in Poets