Mental Health

The Funky Frequencies of Solfeggio: A Musical Journey Through Healing
In the land of sound, where notes take flight, Solfeggio frequencies, a funky delight! Nine magical numbers, a vibrant array,
By Tranquility Lane2 years ago in Poets
A Thank You to Time
Time has shown me a lot. It’s helped me see who truly cares and who’s putting on a fake smile. It’s also taught me what’s important: real connections and good health. Money and fame fade away, but the people we love and taking care of ourselves matter most.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
WRONG. Content Warning.
You're all wrong Everything is wrong Your thoughts are wrong Your words are wrong Hold your breath Don't breathe
By CotardDelusionz2 years ago in Poets
the whirlwind and the wildfire. Content Warning.
he is a whirlwind - chaos incarnate - torrents and turbulence filling the air with debris that now lands in my realm, before the rainclouds form. a massive front of low pressure dragged behind his highs. but he doesn't know i am a wildfire. his winds give me oxygen to breathe, but he doesn't like the heat and his emotions rain down. stormy tears to put the inferno out. the blaze of my fury subdued. his winds have changed direction, for now. exhausted by his own friction. the earth my fire burns left to renew as it needs to, parenting inventive convenience, for the cycle must continue. but the whirlwind returns, so curious, wanting to be close, and still unaware of how he affects my wild heart of fire. so, i burn and i hiss and i glow. a climax of explosive instinct - a natural reaction, but a hazard nonetheless. and the world demands i put my fire out and block his tornadic gusts. do it or they will do it for me, before they carry on about the weather, "... what a dangerous idea for the wildfire to be so reckless with the whirlwind..."
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Shade
Today, like so many others, was that spot underneath the trees on an otherwise scorching venture. Ah, yes. Today, I caught my breath, wiped away the sweat, and drank my water.
By BrettNotGreg2 years ago in Poets
Blink Twice
Give and take Sadly, madly Receive, deceive Love and war Chanting, panting Room spinning, It winning Again and Again and
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The lies you told
In a well web of deceit, your lies took flight, A tangled web of falsehoods, you played your role well. With empty unfulfilled promises, you painted your deceitful art,
By Alecia Harriott2 years ago in Poets
The Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
In every breath, you're here
In the quiet of the evening, I see you there, in the shadows. So, can you tell the difference, between Heaven and Hell,
By Lungisani Ngcobo2 years ago in Poets
Aren't we pretending?
While having the breakfast, without enjoying it, we think about the lunch. When having the lunch, we dream about the desert,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Is Happiness in the Journey, Not the Destination?
Don’t get stuck waiting for some far-off happiness! Life’s a long journey, like a big race. We all have dreams we’re chasing, but sometimes we get scared or forget to enjoy the moments we’re in.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets