Mental Health

BROTHERHOOD
Life’s a journey Integrating Good and bad we’re separating Specially this day and age They are filling up with rage All these leaders mischief making
By Haychie_Artist6 months ago in Poets
The Ghost in the Room
Love may end without a result, but it cannot end without closure. We can all accept that a relationship might not last. Time changes, people change, and feelings fade; these are not faults, they are just life. What makes it hard to move on is never the separation itself, but the lack of clarity.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
The Girl Who Never Played Outside
The Girl Who Never Played Outside She stood beside the quiet doorway, Watching dust rise from running feet. Children chased the wide afternoon,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Most Days
The pavement tears at the distant soft of clouds scratching what’s left. - The overgrown grass seems to swallow me whole
By Reece Beckett6 months ago in Poets
The Weight That Walks Beside Me
The Weight That Walks Beside Me Morning arrives, yet light feels thin and distant. The air moves slowly through a restless room.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Anxiety
Anxiety Sweaty palms, my heart racing, thoughts of darkness and negativity, I can’t breath, my chest aches, Tears run down my face, Stomach full of butterflies, I don’t want to get out of bed,
By Jennifer lindquist6 months ago in Poets
Blame. Top Story - March 2026.
Something sits at the end of my tongue. A memory that is unable to form into words. A distant train bellows with the same frustration that pollutes the whites of my eyes.
By Amanda Abela6 months ago in Poets
An Ode to Friday
Thank you, oh thank you Friday. You allow a breath of relief at the end of the week. Even when waking up in the morning, you make the usual slog bearable. Because we know that two days of freedom are coming. Two days of getting to relax into our own lives.
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets
Life in a Teacup
Life is but a cup of tea. Whether full or empty, what is the point of arguing? Whether strong or weak, it has its own flavor. Whether rushed or slow, so what? Whether warm or cold, just look at each other and smile.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
Permeating Roots
It’s raining again acidic droplets falling onto the boardwalk. The sea laps below what falls, hungry as ever. - The walk home was exhausting
By Reece Beckett6 months ago in Poets
State Highway 141
There is more road behind me than there is before me. * I know this. It is a reality of this incarnation, * this purpose,
By David Muñoz6 months ago in Poets
A Life Moment
This is a moment in time. How did I come to this moment? How do any of us end up where we are? Is life random? Do we respond to some great, cosmic design?
By Julie Lacksonen6 months ago in Poets