Mental Health

Super 7 Crystal
Super 7 Crystal, also known as Melody’s Stone, is gaining popularity among crystal enthusiasts and spiritual practitioners. Its unique composition of seven minerals gives it powerful metaphysical properties. This guide will explore what makes Super 7 Crystal special, how to use it effectively, and why it is a valuable asset for wholesalers.
By Gem & Crystal Wholesaleabout a year ago in Poets
The Magickal Powers and Uses of Black Crystals
Black crystals hold a special place in magickal practices, celebrated for their protective, grounding, and transformative energies. Whether you’re a seasoned practitioner or a beginner, black crystals can be an essential tool in your spiritual arsenal. Let’s explore what black crystals are, their properties, and how they are used in magick.
By Gem & Crystal Wholesaleabout a year ago in Poets
One Anxious Night
Stop! I don’t need your advice Just listen Let me rant Until my soul Finds peace again ***** Stop! Just hear me out
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
Memories
Maybe some people are better as memories Sometimes they’re just not that interested in you or me Let them flee If they care
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Cool. Content Warning.
Welcome banana, You are cool and awesome, Your yellow skin reminds me of the sun, Potassium enriched and full of a goal,
By Tambourine Manabout a year ago in Poets
She is a Wounded Warrior
She is a wounded warrior. Shaped by storms that scarred her soul. Life dealt her trials, yet she stands whole, refusing to let strife define her role.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Mind Over Matter
Mind over matter. If you don’t take care of your mind nothing else matters. Trying not to think myself into brain splatter.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Where Have You Gone?
Joy, Where have you gone? Why must you keep from me? What have I done to you?... for you to turn your face from me‐
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
My ADHD Challenges and Me
In the morning light, a world so bright, I awaken, and my mind takes flight. Thoughts dance like fireflies in the sky, Unraveled, unleashed, yet I aim high.
By SP about a year ago in Poets
Stolen Hours
Oh, sleep, you once held a sacred place, A quiet retreat, a soothing embrace. But now your pull feels like chains, Stealing hours I'll never regain.
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
Linear
Linear Growth isn't linear.
By Kelsey A Schoenabout a year ago in Poets
Pretending
* that path to right back is nothin' really but a dead end I should have known that lettin' up slack would push the limit
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets