Mental Health

Seeking
Whispers, fleeting turn to Serenades As bodies cascade Across Velvet And silk until Light of the afterglow
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Postcard From the Grave. Top Story - February 2024.
There are several unofficial community challenges happening in the FB groups, and posted here on Vocal that some of you are likely aware of, and eager to participate in.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Life
My mind is a blur My life, I wish to defer It's an uphill battle In therapy, on life I tattle From endless tests I never get a rest
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Poets
Pet Lovers
In the quiet dance of moonlit grace, A loyal heart, a furry embrace. A paw that taps, a whisker's play, A bond that words can't quite convey.
By Buzu2 years ago in Poets
Miracle of He
A man lay dying, consumed by disease, With no hope left, and no sense of ease. He searched for a cure, but found none,
By Temoor Dar2 years ago in Poets
The ABCs they didn't teach you.
A is for Alcoholism, the cause of all distress, B is for Bank account – empty, C is for Childhood trauma, that never quite goes away,
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
Happy Birthday. Content Warning.
Happy? – you hurt me, eye for — I I guess we were both just kids searching for answers In this mess it's kind of messed up right?!
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets
"Luminous Symphony" - Crafted by TasLema AktHer RuNu, Content Writer, Content Creator, and Prompt Engineer from Bangladesh.
In the quiet haven of the night, A tapestry unfolds, bathed in soft moonlight. Various candles, each a radiant sprite,
By Taslema Akther Runu2 years ago in Poets
She’s Gone …
Today marks five years since that awful day. The day they called and told me, “She’s gone…away.” Confusion rocked us all.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews2 years ago in Poets
Top 5 Dangerous Addictions in Life
Addiction: the basics Addictions are irresistible habitual behaviors that compel an individual to do something. As a result, this induces some form of pleasure or relaxation. These addictions or habits become chronic over time until they become etched in one’s life. Consequently, the addicted person feels like they can’t do without these habits.
By Elizabet Sun2 years ago in Poets
Today is not Okay. Content Warning.
Steel It feels like a cold block of ice, Cradled in my hands. ~ Pain radiates through me. There’s nothing for me to say.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
Broken Road
where do i go traveling down this road paved with my broken dreams, broken heart and broken soul carrying this baggage has become an overload
By Le L2 years ago in Poets