Mental Health

The Hour That Watches Back
The Hour That Watches Back The eye does not blink, it listens, gears whisper in its quiet pupil, a thousand small teeth turning,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤
the battlefield is our mind the enemy is tireless in his quest he traps us snaps us claps us into performing isn't life grand?
By Colleen Walters5 months ago in Poets
Who are you? . Top Story - April 2026.
“Who are you?” The fat worm asked me. I asked him which version he wanted— the one I thought of myself, or the one others thought of me.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
Cryptomnesia
I thought you were dead A memory long gone An infection of illusion I sang your death song Threw dirt over your corpse In hopes you’d never darken my minds door
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
The Missing Pieces Speak
The Missing Pieces Speak Half a face, and still it breathes, still it tries to remember its own shape, lines trembling where the edges break,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
“Silent Whimpers Of A Flaming Heart”. Content Warning.
My face feels like an oven has opened in front of me . I’ve expressed some deep emotion and desire to Caleb that’s been eating at me.
By PoeticallyPurple245 months ago in Poets
#UNRELEASED 3. Top Story - April 2026.
Controlling ones we stay away from Can’t be with them for your freedom Stressful life we don’t want that When they look like ugly bat (lol)
By Haychie_Artist5 months ago in Poets
Where Hearts Finally Mend
Memories come and memories go, People come and people go. Happiness peaks and tears will flow, How it ends, we never know.
By Kelly Christian 5 months ago in Poets
I Believe
These aren’t just words on a page; they’re the scars and lessons I’ve collected along the way. Most of these I learned the hard way—through mistakes, losses, and moments where I felt completely broken. I’m sharing them here because I wish someone had sat me down and told me these truths before I had to find them out for myself. This is what I’ve gleaned from the fire.
By Kelly Christian 5 months ago in Poets
Built From It
From the gravel in the gut of a broke-down trailer row, to the sharp, cold syntax and the scholarship they swore I’d never know—
By SUEDE the poet5 months ago in Poets
Survival Morbidity
The beast will blaspheme God, full of pride & arrogance personifying self god as saviour lover Christ -the lawless exalting himself above
By Diana5 months ago in Poets
Let Me Run Away
It took so long for me to break free, Even if it's just temporary. A few days of respite, As the therapist prescribed. Why?
By Manisha Dhalani5 months ago in Poets