Mental Health

The Winding Road
She sat in the front seat as the darkness took hold Faster and faster the car sped forward Her hand on the wheel and the other on the side
By Gardenia Rose8 months ago in Poets
We Are Family
Announcement! Announcement! Your father has arrived! A belt in his hand, he flicks it to the door, OPEN UP, young one, come sit outside!
By Gardenia Rose8 months ago in Poets
Upside Down In My Head
Upside Down In My Head My thoughts spill upward instead of down, Gravity lost to memory and want. Everything I try to steady,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
strong and irreversible. Content Warning.
architecture between the mob and liminal control was the lie and the cross someone said it was good once upon a time the intention looked like the best
By ⸘jason alan‽8 months ago in Poets
Sleep!
Attention everyone! Go to bed early! Feeling exhausted all day? Go to bed! Seeing hallucinations? How are you reading this?
By Rebecca Patton8 months ago in Poets
The Myth of Brilliance
There is a point in the ascent where the speed stops feeling like speed and starts feeling like genius. It’s the most dangerous part of the upward weather — not because it’s chaotic, but because it feels like truth. The chemistry sharpens everything: thoughts, senses, instincts, confidence. And in that sharpened state, it becomes easy to believe that the brightness is earned.
By Elisa Wontorcik8 months ago in Poets
Delicate, Sensitivities
I'm sitting here at the kitchen table, anxiously waiting with my heart in my hand, and a puzzle for a brain... Maddening to not be lost or misguided by my malaises..
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)8 months ago in Poets
Feminine Enough. Top Story - January 2026.
Like temple bells, the house reverberates with giggles of two little kids. Not mandatory, but if you want, having children
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
Art is My Meditation
art is a meditation you feel cleaned and anchored well with eyes open wide. Meditation has earned recognition as a mindfulness tool. It does not work for me. But I find spiritual cleansing and deep focusing with my creativity. Art is my meditation.
By Seema Patel8 months ago in Poets
The Last Excuse
I kept a whole drawer of excuses for you, folded neat like socks: He’s stressed, He didn’t mean it, He had a hard childhood,
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Poets
Transform
“Stop doubting yourself. Work hard and make it happen.” Doubt is so negative! It weighs us down like bricks and stops us from going forwards in our lives.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff8 months ago in Poets
A Joyful Journey
“A thankful heart is a happy heart.” A thankful heart ‘fosters’ joy. Taking the time to say: “Thankyou” shows respect and appreciation
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff8 months ago in Poets