Mental Health

Breathe
First things first Breathe Life comes as it may From moment to moment We twist and turn As currents of air and water Time has no sway
By Mythos Monkey8 months ago in Poets
Dirty House with Dirty Curtains
Dirty House with Dirty Curtains Dust hangs thick in the air, not moving even when I breathe. The kettle sulks on the ring that’s never clean,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
we are they
it's a wilderness in here big dreams, obvious obsessions shepherded fears in flight from hope i run into the arms of tomorrow
By ⸘jason alan‽8 months ago in Poets
suspended
Unfamiliar tastes in that hole in your face. Sweating palms, I can hear my heart beat the vibrations inside, a melting metal, a boiling pot
By Reece Beckett8 months ago in Poets
To Let Sunlight Shine
Moonlit tracks, shadows loom large. Let those specs illuminate your march. - How often do we soften our view such that we can pursue
By Paul Fingl8 months ago in Poets
Reclaiming Your Energy
Don’t let others delay your decisions for too long. Many people only truly learn how to make decisions after entering a relationship. Because their current living conditions are often stable—they have enough to eat and wear, and even in difficult times, they won't be destitute—it is relationships that most easily trap people in a tug-of-war of exhaustion and hesitation. It is these connections that most easily force you to confront your true self.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
7am...
7am on a Saturday morning By Ross E F Lombardi . You know what would be Far nicer than making comments on Fartbook and Twatter at 7am on a Saturday morning?
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi8 months ago in Poets
#UNRELEASED
Can’t be catching feelings easy For the new year can’t be sleezy Manning up what needs be done Grow a pair I mean not one (lol)
By Haychie_Artist8 months ago in Poets
Has Anyone Seen Johnny
Has Anyone Seen Johnny Has anyone seen Johnny tonight? He left before the streetlights came on. Said nothing, just slipped through the rain,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Monsoon Tears
Monsoon Tears One word. That’s all it took. No thunder, no curtain fall. Just breath gone strange and nothing at all.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Empty Briefcase
The Empty Briefcase He wakes at six, still wears the tie, kisses her cheek, tells the same old lie. “Busy day ahead,” he says with a grin,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Becoming Unowned
I used to answer my phone like a leash, like my freedom depended on how fast I replied. Even in the shower I’d rush, dripping, just to prove
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Poets