Mental Health

Gremlins In My Blood
Gremlins In My Blood Something wicked lives beneath my skin Tiny monsters feeding through my veins Laughing softly every time I grin
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
A Being of Spirit
A being of spirit. You tug lightly at the leash right – left – forward – a little back the nose in constant use You do what dogs do best
By Henrik Hageland6 months ago in Poets
Coming out of my Shell
I. THIS SHELL, NO MORE II. To wake up and see a glimmer of light after years of trying to knock down the mental walls
By Dean Traylor6 months ago in Poets
The Voice That Calls Behind Me
Your voice is in my mind I never asked to hear You brought me into life And then asked me to bear 🙉 Why aren’t you sweet like your brother?
By Jesse Lee6 months ago in Poets
Eyes Forward
The road in front is long and gray I fix my eyes ahead Ignoring every heavy word the past has ever said 🩶 A prickle crawls across my skin
By Sara Wilson6 months ago in Poets
Forever Lagging
Moving forward My feet dragging backward An icy shiver traced my eyebrows Goosebumps erupt My nerves feel totally wrecked
By Sun Bee6 months ago in Poets
❤ Heart to Heart ❤️
. . . . smiling.. . finding joy. . . warming and waving at me. . . feeling at home in the poverty of life. . .. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Heart to Heart Healing ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
Wired
Suffocating myself with the wire between us, pulling it taut when I wish it would loosen making our knots worse when trying to untangle them,
By Reece Beckett6 months ago in Poets
Eris' Discord. Top Story - May 2026.
Feeling heavy in spirit With a broken heart Your poisoned dart Aimed, fired, and hit true Fire shooting in my veins There are stones on my chest
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Poets
NOT ATTACHED
Many things are not attached Cannot understand you know…. Try and hit them with the facts Like a bomb they go and blow….
By Haychie_Artist6 months ago in Poets
Who Am I?
I forgot who I was I got lost in my growth I got lost in my job I got lost in my title I don't remember when When life got so serious
By L.I.E6 months ago in Poets
What Was Done to Me Is Not What I Am
I stand within my life as one who has come through it, and not as one merely carried by it. There are states of existence that resemble survival, yet differ from it in their gravity and meaning, and I have known both, and the long passage between them.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets