Mental Health

Zenzizenzizenzic Pleasure
"Yes, in this stage of your adulthood, you are seeking intimacy through conversation," my therapist stated rather matter-of-factly.
By Rowan Finley 6 months ago in Poets
The Pen And The Sword
Us waxing poets Like blunt knives against hydras A pyrrhic bulwark ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Poets
Flower Petal Tears
The world is shit. It hurts. Its cruel. And I can't ever Seem to stop The flow of empathy. I can't stop crying. Can't stop watching the tears
By Silver Daux6 months ago in Poets
Grey
Everything is grey. - I repainted the walls and they came out just as they started. - I moved between countries and found nothing had changed.
By Reece Beckett6 months ago in Poets
THE ERA THAT SET THE TRAP. Content Warning.
"In 1983, they didn't just change the laws; they changed what it meant to be human. They reclassified the elders and the 'obsolete' as managed expenses—units to be monitored until they expired.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
The high end of a medium low. Honorable Mention in After It’s Gone Challenge. Top Story - March 2026.
Everyone brings flowers for the dead. The flowers are dead, too. Even if they don’t know it yet. You’ll feel better once you wash your face.
By Sean Balogh6 months ago in Poets
The Problem...
The problem is that people are tired. They sit in the chair across from me and tell me they are fine before telling me they are not fine.
By Teena Quinn 6 months ago in Poets
Columbus
And how is it like, discovering new spice, scent world of misanthrope⁉️
By Diana6 months ago in Poets
Awake, Not Broken
Waking up feels like standing in rain, With heavy thoughts running down like pain. The world looks loud, the days feel tight,
By V6 months ago in Poets
Cracked Knuckles. Runner-Up in Say It Plainly Challenge.
Popping through dinner in a fancy restaurant Under the the white linen table cloth joints full of air, ah, sweet release In the bathroom stall twisting side to side, just enough to feel tensions break
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 months ago in Poets
The Mercy of Distance
Often, the ones you love but cannot have are actually being kept away by fate for your own protection. The distant dynamics you don't understand—the ambiguity and the mixed signals—are all shields, preventing you from falling into the wrong relationship. The person you loved deeply, but couldn't be with, was a deliberate detour. Fate separated you to give you the clarity you needed to avoid being hurt.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
Annie and the Unanswered Sky
They said the child was ill— a word too heavy for five small years. Annie spoke softly to angels, to corners of the sky no one else could see:
By LUNA EDITH6 months ago in Poets