Mental Health

The Unfinished Game
The humid air of a summer afternoon hung heavy as my energetic niece Lily bounced at my feet. "Uncle Larry, please play hide and seek!" she begged.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Why Should I Show My Body To You?. Content Warning.
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Poets
is it worth it?
we don't like other people; that's fine with me. it's the way that we are. *** but is it ever really worth it to blow our
By Chloe2 years ago in Poets
No Regrets: Ride the Rollercoaster of Life!
Life’s a one-way trip, so don’t let fear steal your ride! Chase your dreams, explore, and do what sets your soul on fire, even if it feels scary. You might miss out and carry regrets later.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
My imaginary friend
This chapter of my life began when I was around 4 or 5 years old. I don't remember it fully since I was so young, but I know the details from my mom and grandma telling me stories.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Encounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Phantom House
In June 2022, my friend Lucas and I had an unsettling experience while on a nighttime walk near his rural Welsh village. Lucas has lived there his whole life and knows the area well. The village has fewer than 100 residents, with houses spread out over several miles.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Wounded
Exhausted from running on these eggshells, Constantly dealing with your inner demons, Living like a prisoner in the cell you created,
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Poets
Life-2
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
"PERILOUS CLIMB". Top Story - April 2024.
PERIOLOUS CLIMB STRUGGLING TO GET BACK TO THE TOP Expressions of struggling and climbing to the top again a perilous journey of being human.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Missing time...
I grew up in a one-story, 3-bedroom house with a large field and woods in the backyard. Despite the strange experiences I had there, I loved that house and those woods.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
The Good and Bad Pills
My money is for me, I earned my wage And I paid all my bills on time. No one says their for profit But they never said they were for loss either.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Poets