Mental Health

Kurt
The lemongrass curtains move And it takes me around two seconds before I Get it, that it can't be you And anyway, the aircon is always on here.
By Squeeze D' Avocado9 months ago in Poets
Borrowed Silence
I fold the day into itself like a paper crane crease by crease, until my thumb aches. The kitchen light flickers—cheap bulb, old habit—
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
The Doctors Who Kept the Eyes
The Doctors Who Kept the Eyes They wore white coats and clean smiles, hands steady, voices rehearsed, speaking of care and treatment,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Always Perfect
Everything must be perfect Or there will be an effect No mistakes or errors Here comes the terrors Always perfect is what they say
By Taraji Adams9 months ago in Poets
Arithmetic survival . Content Warning.
She did not rise so much as resume. As if her body had been paused mid‑sentence for years, waiting for her mind to finally catch up
By Elisa Wontorcik9 months ago in Poets
Containment
Argue A shaken cola bottle — Foam climbing the neck Shut the lid Seal it tight. Sound scrapes the drum of my ear The heavy ball drops —
By Krysten Guilbault9 months ago in Poets
𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤
There's a tiny flash of light when the welled-up tears breach their lash-lined reservoir my own heat spills down my cheeks
By Colleen Walters9 months ago in Poets
The Weighted Years
Walk through the world with a history bone, Carried from lands once taken and thrown. Shadows of ancestors pressed into skin,
By V9 months ago in Poets
A Reserved Heart: The Wisdom of Letting Go
"It's not that I'm devoid of feelings; I simply no longer entrust myself to uncertain people." For a time, I would often panic and lose my composure over a single word, emotion, or gesture from someone. It seemed as if the slightest frown from them would crumble my world, and a sigh would make me doubt myself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
Tyra. Content Warning.
I need something... Anything... I just want her to shut up for chrissake, This vile, horrid tyrant stuck in my head. This agonizing bully I wish was long dead.
By Naomi Abby9 months ago in Poets
Currents
Closing down the day, a layer of powder and a liquid moon, plants edging the closed cafe, left to die. I cannot stomach the brutality of nature.
By Squeeze D' Avocado9 months ago in Poets
Red Flags Quietly
You never raised your voice— That was the trick. Like a faucet left barely open, all night, all week, until the sink started smelling like metal.
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets