Mental Health

Angel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Navigator's Compass
Long long ago, there was a time that had many a twist and turns in the situations in which people met with happy or unhappy results.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Can I Find Peace by Stopping the Fight?
Life is a whirling amount of chasing after money, success, and this kind of stuff. And yet I’m starting to think that there probably is an alternative to it. Maybe it is simply taking things as they come as they say?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Efficiency (?)
"How are you liking the city?" - "Oh it's not too bad. I miss the trees, the green... But it's nice that everything's so close to me."
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
... Then I'll learn to Be
It's this point for which I strive: *** Anger won't make me see red, and an outsider won't have the rights to shift my heart to something wrong
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Letting Go
G - Getting over a loss R - Remembering good times I - Instant melancholy from the five senses E - Ever present tears F - Forever cherished in our hearts
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Even a dinosaur.
Jaws snap shut, a roar stifled. Because even a dinosaur, in all its might, still has fear. Insecurity, a need for belonging
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Poets
Grief on Hold
It was the day before going away when I got the news that my dear best friend had passed on. Her cancer, spreading, her pain troubling, her life no more.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
Beyond the Clock's Tick
Time you brought me true faces, And fake faces right before my eyes. Time, you taught me what is precious: Love, health, beneath the skies – this is my fairest bliss.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Hitting Pause on the Wedding Bells
The idea of getting married especially as I approached thirty was something that always made me anxious about life. Changes were being tenaciously made, but none of it meant anything if I was not marrying correctly. I thought to myself: it’s my story, my life, and my love story.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Disassociation
sitting in the dark emptiness all consuming lifelessness is me - why do i feel void of anything sensible? anything at all
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Tides
Yesterday the sunset was orange. Today it was purple. Tomorrow it will be whatever tomorrow will be. The tide changes.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets