Mental Health

Dinner Party Blues
I won’t tell you I’m lonesome, Drop a sack of sour grapes, On the table by the dip. I just want a connection, Embarrassed to beg for one,
By Jack Friend2 years ago in Poets
Neck Pain
Today, I was awake early due to neck pain - day five of pain in my neck on my left side. I was expecting it to get better and it has gotten worse. I thought maybe I had slept wrong.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Twilight's Chill
Misty-eyed, I stumbled upon you. To embrace your warmth, I drifted on breeze - touched sunbeam's edge - basked in the golden glow of you...danced
By Ravi D2 years ago in Poets
Invisible Girl . Top Story - July 2024. Content Warning.
Or, her confusion at and simultaneous desire to remain unnoticed. I know a girl, likes to blend in with the wallpaper always holding up the fourth wall
By ♡2 years ago in Poets
because.why. give.up
I think I’m trying again. Trying that thing where I pretend there’s not just an “either, or” instead of “and” allowing myself to take in deep breaths of the overconsumption of possibility over the whole underestimating time’s ability to make things work out
By Jay,when I write2 years ago in Poets
I Wanted Your Love
A splash of color enters your speech, berating me for being me. *** My opinions were foolish to you, childish, lame. You had no respect.
By Isla Griswald2 years ago in Poets
Adynaton
The hyperbole of your bootstrap Sends me to therapy Like a good little soldier. Each morning it clears the child-proof cap and
By kp2 years ago in Poets
Just Outside the Ordinary
I am nestled between comfort and discomfort. I work hard and try new things within a limit. Is this enough to grow? To become a stronger me?
By Isla Griswald2 years ago in Poets
food for thought . Top Story - July 2024.
lay out all of my ingredients spill my guts on the cutting board use your words like cutlery your measurements say I’m
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
Selective Mute (part 2)
I pinned so many hopes in you, dear, of you rising higher than your wings. Of starting courage up with fear, and patching your pores till trauma sings.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
There Is More To Us
As the tears stream down our faces, And the bruises hurt from the onslaught, As our minds hurt from the names we have been called,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Something Off.
Collapsed brightness, overflowing anxiety’s, maximal stressful signals, backtracking flow of emotions, once the chance arrives, should we settle with the practical deliverables?
By R0ME02 years ago in Poets