Mental Health

Drowning
We must understand though the world rarely slows down long enough to let us truly feel the weight of it that sadness is an ocean.
By Zakari Runge5 months ago in Poets
From myself to myself
I cry real tears, while your eyes are dry I run from fears, while you hold none inside I’m scared to see myself, and all that I’ve become
By Edward Val5 months ago in Poets
Yellow
My hollowed eyes pour light upon the earth for you. Turning that dim murk into a clean morning. Stealing the shadows from the flowers.
By Brier5 months ago in Poets
Cold Room at the Top of the Stairs
Cold Room at the Top of the Stairs There is a room above the house, where warmth refuses to stay inside, no matter how long the fire burns,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The Next Right Thing
The coolest dude I ever met, the one man who taught me more than anyone, * was named Diego Mondragon. * I met him on a train called the Texas Eagle,
By David Muñoz5 months ago in Poets
The Knock After Midnight
The Knock After Midnight It begins when the house forgets sound, when even breathing feels too loud, and the dark settles properly in,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The Invisible War
I know I’ve been quiet… more than usual, more than I ever intended to be. And I’m sorry for the way it may have felt like I disappeared. The truth is, I didn’t leave, I’ve just been trying to survive something I didn’t quite have the words for until now.
By Zakari Runge5 months ago in Poets
Kafka. Top Story - April 2026.
Early April evening; New York balcony Spiritual download: Kafka KAFKA KAFKA... I know the name somewhat. Generalities; not enough
By Marilyn Glover5 months ago in Poets
The Glass Apple
I held it in my hand, cold, heavy, and clear. A fruit made of glass, shining under a single, naked bulb. It was beautiful,
By Hazrat Umer5 months ago in Poets
The Only Two Things We Truly Own
In this world, what truly belongs to you is actually quite limited. In the end, you’ll find that only two things accompany you to the very end: your body and your mind.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
A Villanelle for my friend . Content Warning.
There is a cry deeper than you or me. It comes from a depth that’s darker than soot. It comes from a place that’s sweet like iced tea.
By Francis Carter5 months ago in Poets
Fear Keeps Me . Content Warning.
Some days I creep up on it To the Edge of here and there Scrape my skin, holding it together When all that holds me here is fear
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Poets