Mental Health

Good Listener
Good listener, you may pass by a mirror and pause, stare awkwardly because you don’t remember the shape of your mouth open. You might even mimic funny faces like a goldfish. Yet, it will feel foolish. And if someone asked you about the sound of your own voice, you’d watch their lips move in awe, uncertain.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Reclaim Your Path
You tried hard. He is not worth the effort you are going to use. It should also be employed in the process of completion, of fulfilling oneself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Invisible Battles
He wakes up each day with the weight of the world, Carrying burdens no one else sees. Behind his smile, a storm quietly swirls,
By RKabout a year ago in Poets
I want to move on!
"Echoes of my youth's dark history Haunt me still, a persistent mystery An Alcoholic's fury, a heart's deep sorrow A heritage of hurt that refuses to borrow
By Dinesh Dabout a year ago in Poets
An Ode To My Number One Singer.
You wear the coolest clothes, And you know how to shake it in style, You sing the best songs, You always make me smile,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
My Favorite Void
Sweetly I fall into you, softly you hold me Isolated in your arms, wrapped in your warmth Love, that is what this is, making the all the voices stop
By Tina Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Meditate
Silence is simply mind-blowing In my own little world Leaving me to meditate Entering my freedom zone New again Counting on hope
By Rick Henry Christopher about a year ago in Poets
The Roots. Content Warning.
Tell us your truth Write what you know they will say over and over again Then it's: Stay in your lane That wasn't your truth
By Tina Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Me
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of Quiet Grief
The house is still. The once vibrant walls now hold the whispers of memories that linger in every corner, every creak of the floor, and every echo of a lost voice. I walk through the empty rooms, my footsteps soft, as if I might disturb the silence that now envelops this place.
By RKabout a year ago in Poets
Life's Unchangeable Truths
That is why some pains are best swallowed, some remorse can only be spat on and some sorrow can only be eased by one’s own solace.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Clearly, I still remember
I can't stand that you walked away scot-free, I know you don't give a damn. I hate that I’ve turned the other way, Because the old me would’ve bombarded you with messages,
By Diani Alvarengaabout a year ago in Poets