Mental Health

Letting Go of Worry and Comparison
Just picture your friend saying, "Don't sponge time on non-beneficial stuff". " It's like saying, "Why bother?" Life's too short to get stuck in worries, complaints, blame games, or comparing ourselves to others.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode.
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
NO HOOK 4
I did my time & gave my best Shame It’s going down Interest When It’s up the money’s rolling…. Everyone was happiest Every journey has It’s story
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
When the Quiet Becomes Silence. Content Warning.
This used to be a quiet place. The world inside my head, a gentle, quiet reprieve from the dim reality outside. I don’t know how it happened;
By Anna Darlene2 years ago in Poets
T.I.M.E
The instant man existed we started losing time. Time to spend with family, time to find words that rhyme. We lost the time to turn the clock,
By Cheyenne Harbison2 years ago in Poets
Don't Compare Me To Anyone Else
Don't compare me to anyone else, I am me; Not you or them, I do things differently, Dress a little quirky, But I have my style,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Knock knock jokes for kids. AI-Generated.
Knock, knock. Who's there? Boo. Boo who? Don't cry, it's just a joke! Knock, knock. Who's there? Olive. Olive who?
By raja huraira2 years ago in Poets
Anguish
Perhaps anguish needs custom, as tone Embraces decides that transform sound into melody. Perhaps on the off chance that one trusts that one will not lose it,
By Noha Aji2 years ago in Poets
Professional don't help
Mental Health The anger sours How dare they rob their patients of their dreams How dare they say you can't You tell your patient that a mere illness defines them
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Poets
Spring Blooms
Buds burst into light Life awakens from its slumber Spring's true beauty starts As I take walk in the backyard garden I notice the changes like the cold grip in the mornings are beginning to fade.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Melancholy. Content Warning.
I'm thinking of ending things. I crave the warm embrace of nothingness. The comfort of stillness beckons to me night and day, and the void swallows me whole with every breath.
By Natassia Lawrence2 years ago in Poets
Is Forty the Key to Finding True Contentment?
In the earlier age of my life days were replete with busy and bustling, leveled by its strong social interaction signified in my vivid post with pictures of work, family, and so forth.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets