Mental Health

The Longest Hallway
Memory has a strange defiance. While my body decays, my recollections remain startlingly young, vivid, and alive. The ache of time touches me physically, but in my mind, every moment is still raw, still immediate.
By luna hart7 months ago in Poets
Choosing Light
stepping into light taking off my heavy coat sun calling my name
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
Want More Of Us
I want more Like to pick your brain Let's see if you're the same level of insane What is ode about you? What do you think of through out day?
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕜
What I would give to fully see behind the mask but I already know what I would see a beautiful and remarkable vessel of humanity
By Colleen Walters7 months ago in Poets
Daily Life
I wake up and check my phone before I speak to anyone. This is a choice I make and then regret and then make again tomorrow.
By Tim Carmichael7 months ago in Poets
Prayer For The Molester
I thank you for breaking my spirit So I can grow stronger than ever. Having witnessed all the tragedies inflicted on the soul and body
By Sun Bee7 months ago in Poets
There. I Am.
It appears to be 10 months since I submitted anything to Vocal. In fact apart from the odd short one off, it's that time since I wrote. Time, headspace, exhaustion etc etc, however I have change my life direction considerably, have rested as much as possible (no trust find here!) so gently getting myself back into the swing with Found Poetry, one of my favourite forms of poetry, and will make myself accountable be publishing it here. Instead of holding myself to one a day it's going to be one a week. If more happen so be it but I am incredibly good at setting myself up to fail...
By Alyson Smith 7 months ago in Poets
Human as Things
I am not a book. I am a person whose life stopped in certain places. There are periods of my life where nothing progressed.
By Ajan Lori A. 7 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Strength of the Weathered Soul
I’ve noticed a fascinating change: the more trials and tribulations a person weathers, the less argumentative they become. It’s not that they have lost their temper; it’s that they no longer waste it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Gone Wrong. Content Warning.
Smoke in the lungs of the dark room. - Faces barely illuminated, barely visible, the door ajar, the shadow of a man interrupting the line of
By Reece Beckett7 months ago in Poets
you and nothing
I’m gone — I could be out of my mind. Patience, they say but patience takes time, which to me, it seems doesn’t run a straight line.
By jl wood7 months ago in Poets
Breaking Inside Anxiety
Breaking Inside Anxiety The news flickers in my chest, loud and urgent. Every thought a headline, every heartbeat a ticker.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets