Mental Health

Feel Much Better
“How amazing is it to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.” One of the greatest kindnesses
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff10 months ago in Poets
Community
“If we judge people, nobody is ours. If we understand people, everyone is ours.” It may be a ‘human thing’ or just the world we grow up in
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff10 months ago in Poets
When I am Queen
I was born of fire. I was quenched with fierce flame. I made love to seductive smoke. I rose up out of phoenix ash. I awoke in the arms of treachery and have survived past scorched earth. You cannot kill what you cannot burn. I have returned continuously and been reforged into renegade steel. You will live vicariously through me. I will return once again when I am sultana.
By Anna Torres10 months ago in Poets
Hollywood Night Walk 1970s
This was written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli I wrote this to escape the 2026 political atmosphere of hate. So, I slipped into a dream. SWEET!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
Unseen Armor
I used to think protection meant a wall brick, barbed wire, a mean face, something heavy enough to make people back up. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Map to Motherhood
A mother who can't let go is a mother who robs her child of the external experiences in life shaping, growing all the while
By Lolly Vieira10 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Roar
I used to think strength was loud doors slammed, voices raised, a victory speech with fireworks and somebody crying in the background.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Every boy dream
She must be in heatThe grass over so green and cowsHappily Bull served 🤣🤭
By Diana10 months ago in Poets
New Terrors
A new nightmare: Freezing bodies keel and leak crimson spit across concrete, the uncaring, cold fabric of these labyrinthine streets.
By Reece Beckett10 months ago in Poets
The Slow Dance
"The Slow Dance" is an immersive exploration of a singular, stolen moment within the Blue Velvet Candlelight Club. Set against the gritty, neon-soaked backdrop of 1970s Los Angeles, the piece captures the "ancient and gentle" recognition between two souls before a single word is spoken.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 10 months ago in Poets
No Longer Small
I used to fold myself in half on other people’s couches, knees to chest, laughing softly like an apology. ﹁﹂ I mastered the art of “it’s fine,”
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Notes From Ruins
I keep a notebook that smells like smoke, even though nothing’s burned in years. Maybe it’s just my hands, still carrying old endings around.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets