Mental Health

A Small Life
I didn’t need diamonds, fancy dinners, or flights to places with clear blue water. I only wanted time— attention I didn’t have to beg for
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
The silence of solitude
The silence of solitude is good. But too much silence lets depression slide in. Waiting for a sign, for a feeling to resume,
By Heather Scott7 months ago in Poets
You Are Still Here, And That Means Hope Is Still Alive
When the Sun Feels Far Away When the sun feels far away, And mornings hurt to face, When every mirror whispers lies About your worth, your place—
By Hassan Saleem7 months ago in Poets
Cognitive Dissonance
“I’m the least racist President you’ve seen in a long time.” * He said that as he defended amplifying that horrid video.
By David Muñoz7 months ago in Poets
Stay Here in the Quiet
Close your eyes. Don’t run from the noise. Let it pass like traffic beyond a closed window, like sirens fading down a wet street.
By Jose Mejia7 months ago in Poets
It Is Achievable
“You don’t have to be perfect to be amazing.” These are such beautiful words and a good quote to say every morning. It reminds us
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
Our Dreams Become Real
“Consistency is more important than perfection.” It is better to consistently have a positive mind than the ‘best’ mind.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
Find Those New Possibilities
“Life is a journey filled with new possibilities every day.” This is a lovely way of looking at life. To see new possibilities
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
Be Willing
“It’s not who you are that holds you back, it’s who you think you’re not.” As humans, we are riddled with self-doubt and this hinders
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
TRUST
“FEAR has two meanings — Forget everything and run OR Face everything and rise. The choice is yours.” We would have so much more self-respect
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
Perfect Performance
Perfect Performance Flourishing in crested waves, silken salt licked skin. While leaden feet drag broken corals, seeding disappointment hidden within The faces of every crisis— sensations slowly fading, overwhelming my emotions, lost in bodies of deterioration. Born to break ribbons, collecting shining brass. My choices, my fantasies grasp at air, at emptiness, World rushing above my head, ending in dirt and night, grit between my broken teeth. Inhalation, my only light, fueling a fragile fight. I get back up, alone, even where the lowest bar hides. I try. Resignation, the poor cousin of acceptance, I pray in the silent night for an end. Sunshine bursts each morning. I rise with it and smile. Even the broken want a life There is so much still left to do.
By Claire McAllen7 months ago in Poets
MYTHIC SHADOW BLUES. Content Warning.
The Intro: Sometimes the "blue-tinted days" feel heavier than they should. This piece was born from the static and the "long, low moan" of the world outside my window a response to the crooks, the liars, and the systems that try to break our rhythm.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets