Mental Health

Three Secrets to a Happier Life
Three secrets to staying happy in life: ”It’s irrelevant, it is not required, it is irrelevant. ” Eat properly, enjoy your activities, and show loved ones respect. All will go on improving and improving.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers in the Glass
Mirror, mirror on the wall, let the reflection be exactly me when I open my eyes to look. I’ve stood here so many times before, waiting. Not for answers, but for comfort. For something to tell me that maybe, just maybe, I’m enough. But the reflection always seems just shy of perfect, a version of myself I can't quite reach.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
Blue Midnight. Top Story - September 2024.
Blue Midnight hurts; my soul is regurgitating pain from those before me and those with me now in the shadows of darkness. I am silent yet my mind replays the choices, the sickness and the fear of never having a window that will open and allow me to breathe peacefully.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Tea
It's been six months, or something close, since you last walked out the door. And I've spent a lot of time in your room today.
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Like everyone else
I do not care to be like everyone else I am not like everyone else I am myself, nothing alike And I do things for me.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
"The Dimming of a Brighter Past"
Once a soul with endless cheer, Bright and lively, year to year, Laughter rang through every space, Joy and light upon their face.
By Phoenix about a year ago in Poets
Dreamscape Psychoanalysis
Searching. Searching. Searching. Where are they? "Mo-om! What have you done with my dance costumes?" "I threw them out." "You what?"
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Poets
"Stuck in My Own Shoes"
I keep tripping over myself on a path I should have walked with ease but these feet feel heavy, as if each step is weighed down by doubts
By Dede Pengembaraabout a year ago in Poets
Hiding from the World
I hide behind shadows in a place where the world can’t trace my steps there, I gather my broken breaths weaving them into a cloak of calm
By Dede Pengembaraabout a year ago in Poets
She never looks back...
She never looks back, only forward. She never notices what's behind her because she feels safe. She sits in the pew across from me with her husband, children, and in-laws.
By Lindsey Altomabout a year ago in Poets
A Dead Thing. Content Warning.
Why would anyone really get to know me when I'm the only one awake? Everyone else eternally asleep Why is the devil so interested in me?
By Angel Bladeabout a year ago in Poets
Verbal Daggers
My world shatters when your tongue throws it’s dagger piercing my heart in its torn parts — Don’t worry though i‘ll sew up my wounds
By Isabella Walkerabout a year ago in Poets