Mental Health

Me?
Who am I? I can’t answer that. It’s a question that I often ask myself, as well — I wear no mask and wear my past on my sleeve.
By jl wood7 months ago in Poets
Just Coffee Next Time. Top Story - February 2026.
My keys were in my hand—Or did I imagine that? I check my pockets, then the counter, then there— the place I meant to put them. Anywhere.
By SUEDE the poet7 months ago in Poets
The Survival Mechanism.. Content Warning.
Panic attacks are a survival mechanism desgined to protect you from immediate physical danger. But what if you're not in any immediate danger or danger at all?
By Jen Phillips7 months ago in Poets
Convicted without a Trial . Content Warning.
the world cracked open in this eternal February of my grief, scavenging Tuesdays, hoarding them like acorns, dragging Sundays behind a flatbed truck through the rocky red clay,
By Harper Lewis 7 months ago in Poets
When the Ceiling Knows My Name
A restless confession from the dimly lit hours The ceiling knows my name better than my friends do. It mouths the syllables back to me
By abualyaanart7 months ago in Poets
After the Breaking
In the quiet after collapse, the smallest green dares the first crack I didn’t know a life could make that sound when it comes apart—
By abualyaanart7 months ago in Poets
Unbroken and New
Thank you for the journey, for the kindness I encountered in adversity, and the light shown to me in the darkness. Thank you to myself for finally making it this far. The world may have let you down, but you haven't let yourself down.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Modern Times
Metal cogs turn, my flesh is one and the same, Chaplin’s muscles burn but there’s still a smile on his face, - these suicide machines grind our bones
By Reece Beckett7 months ago in Poets
The Day I Stopped Begging
The Day I Stopped Begging The day I stopped begging, The air felt different. Lighter, though nothing had changed, Except my decision.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Lush. Content Warning.
Never truly sober Always drunk or hungover Hurting but also healing I love but I hate this feeling Getting better is painful
By Cheryl Lynn7 months ago in Poets
Throw Baby Out. Content Warning.
You can’t toss a dead baby back into the bathwater 🤱🏻 Bobbing around in the foamy scum won’t do it any good 🤱🏻 Sinking to the
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
#RAMADANFLOW
Keep repenting that’s the motive Thirty days like while It lasts…. If sins are bad just like corrosive Can redeem Itself with fast….
By Haychie_Artist7 months ago in Poets