Mental Health

Repair
Breathe in the sky, breathe out the ocean, o cloudy eyes, o words unspoken. Wisper the wind, set fields in motion, away, grey skys,
By Ashley McMahonabout a year ago in Poets
and one day
And one day I want to die feels like she's I want to stop feeling this way and then she’s running, barefoot and breathless through the forest,
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
Apparently II: Is All of This Just a Contest?
I can't seem to get from underneath, this constant pouring rain, downstream from hope, my heart, or what used to be
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
My Therapy. Content Warning.
I haven't let many people see This dark and violent side of me The side where shooting calms me down And relieves the feeling of being drowned
By Rene Petersabout a year ago in Poets
bloody knuckles
porcelain hands bash against me now shed your knuckle velvet love all over my body reddened broken people hot flashes, dark-eyed
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
My Fading Light
1. Aching, always aching with pains internal and external with each acting vengefully eating at my already form providing no suitable warmth to see Me survive. Suddenly I can no longer run towards any fun as all of Me is bereft …shipwrecked parts of the Ocean.
By Andrew Littleabout a year ago in Poets
Heart to Heart: The True Measure of Friendship and Trust
Actually for one to get along with others is to flow with them heart to heart. We are ready and willing to invest our time and efforts in people around us but it is quite painful when those efforts are not appreciated at all. The lesson that the whole society forgets is that not all good deeds are rewarded and not all work done with good intentions is valued.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Obesity
In shadows deep, where silence sighs, A heavy heart beneath the skies. The cruel embrace of flesh unbound, whispers harsh, the judgments sound.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When Technology Drowns the Voice
Modern, automated world. Mad machines that beep. Attention-demanding. Time-stealing. Movement-restricting little devils. The washing machine that beeps it’s done. The oven that tells you the food is ready. Why doesn't the laundry basket tell you when it's full? Humans should not think. Senses disengaged.
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
Verses of the Soul
Poetry is an ancient art form, yet it remains a vibrant and evolving medium in contemporary society. Modern poets continue to push boundaries, experiment with language, and express the complexities of the human experience. This article delves into the world of modern poets, exploring their unique voices, themes, and the impact they have on readers and the literary landscape.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
My dear brother,. Content Warning.
When you took your life, You also took a piece of me with you. When you jumped from that building, My life ended too. Even if many stories and lives went on,
By Paola Crocomoabout a year ago in Poets
Meds | Haiku
I don't know how many of you like me, but I take 11 pills a day. I take pills for diabetes, nephropathy, blood pressure, depression, anxiety, and PTSD. Plus once a week I take Ozempic which is a shot. I sometimes go through phases where I forget to take it, but I usually get myself back on track pretty easily. Alexa gives me reminders throughout the day, which helps.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets