Mental Health

Rejection’s Echo Room
There’s a room in my mind where every “no” I’ve ever heard rents a little corner and leaves the furniture. The door is always half open,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Give Meaning To It
“Each day I choose to find something to appreciate wherever I roam.” This is such a good mental attitude to develop and have.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Exceptional
“Believe in yourself, you’ve got what it takes.” Believing in yourself is the foundation to ‘walk’ upon towards achieving your dreams.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
It Can Only Get Better
“When you focus on the good, the good gets better.” When we choose to focus on the good that is around us, our minds start to ‘think that way’
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Poets
Your Shadow Lessons
You taught me how to read a room in seconds, how to hear anger in the way a fork is set down, How to measure love by volume and slammed doors.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Choose Your Energy Wisely
Surround yourself with people who can recharge you. I’ve encountered too many people full of negativity. They habitually express their thoughts with negative emotions, and their common thread is a deep disapproval of everything in the world. They will even constantly tell you that you're not good enough.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
A Killing Torment
A Killing Torment There were nights when the walls began to breathe, when the air grew thick enough to swallow thought, and every memory crawled out of its hiding place,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Roots of Roses
Her smile is worth its weight in (rose) gold. She makes magic of scraps of hopes and dreams. She is broken and bruised and hard to hold.
By Lizzy Rose2 months ago in Poets
Pedantry is Elitism
This is a five minute flame, a spoken word riff that insists on freedom as the heartbeat of creation. It is not just performance, its archive, altar, and rebellion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Drink the Blood of the Bats
Drink the Blood of the Bats The cave held a heartbeat no human could trust, a pulse that echoed through the dripping dark,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Too Much, Not Enough
I am too much. Too feeling, Too needy, Too heavy. "Cheer up," they say. "Live in the moment." But my moments stretch and growl
By Archery Owl2 months ago in Poets
We Were Windows
We sat on opposite couches, But it always felt like two buildings across a narrow alley. Your stories lit up your face
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets