Mental Health

The Wicked Step Dad
The Wicked Step Dad Please don’t run away he will kill you I said it too fast I think you missed half you’re fumbling with the window latch
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
When Does True Growth Begin?
Loneliness is precious, for only in that quiet stillness can you truly hear the voice of your own heart. You've faced your sadness and shed your tears alone, honestly. You accept them, knowing they are life lessons, part of life's journey.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
A Quiet Reckoning
I used to call it passion when your voice rose like a flare. I used to call it honesty when you insulted me “for my own good.”
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Toxa No More
It’s time for you to leave this bad situationship. You’re worth more than this unhealthy relationship. Struggling to let go of these broken pieces of time.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Poets
Where I Left
I left with a trash bag of clothes and my toothbrush wrapped in a receipt. It was raining, of course The sky always wants a role.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
memories of younger days
Memories of younger days Wish i could say were all good Memories buried deep inside my mind I’d tell you about them, if I could
By Gail Fredricks2 months ago in Poets
Harsh battle wins
They told me I was selfish for wanting air, that my hurt was nothing compared to the weight they carried. They spat “think of others”
By R. Byer2 months ago in Poets
Only in Theaters
December is drifting to a close Like a movie on a projector Reaching the end of its reel Flapping as one possessed by a spectre
By Mother Combs2 months ago in Poets
SHINE . Content Warning.
Shine baby shine, you’re made for glamour. Thick red carpets unroll themselves. The show goes on, has been going on for as long
By Paul Fingl2 months ago in Poets
Shadow Bloom
In shadows deep, where sorrow swells, A chilling beauty blooms, a bittersweet fire, Darkness, a cloak, yet swirls with grace,
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
Our Bodies
We are in control of our bodies Until we let stress take over Decompose our immune system We are in control of our bodies
By L.I.E2 months ago in Poets
12-29
Today is my birthday and I am furious. Furious that I’m still here, still breathing, still dragging myself through another year
By Elisa Wontorcik2 months ago in Poets