Mental Health

Defeating the Stigmatism. Content Warning.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm a little crazy and so are you. There's this awful stigmatism when it comes to mental health,
By Jen Phillips10 months ago in Poets
Kaylin from Devil's Glen
In the year twenty-forty-one Lived the daughter of a seventh son With flowing hair of platinum hue And amber eyes full of rue
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Poets
What Do I Do When My Flame Dies
What Do I Do When My Flame Dies I sit with the quiet where the fire once lived, Hands still warm from a light that has gone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Exit Prayer
I didn’t leave with fireworks, just a grocery bag and my charger and the quiet feeling that my lungs wanted a new address.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
UNTITLED 7
Only time you need something That’s the time I get a call…. But you do not keep In touch Physically man took a fall…. Ghosting me Is what you do
By Haychie_Artist10 months ago in Poets
Sporadically Vertical
Flesh skin bare Visible tear Fracture hair Line call stage — Left in the dark Shadows dance Around me Remind me Surround me
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
White stone on a black stone
I will die in Blue Ridge, on a frozen day, a day that has already come and gone. I will die in Blue Ridge—and what's the use—
By Sean Balogh10 months ago in Poets
Lessons from Taylor Swift
I threw a snowball at Taylor Swift. She ducked, I knocked over a 2-foot windmill. Shattering it into a million pieces in front of the boy of my dreams.
By Natasha Collazo10 months ago in Poets
Softly Unlearning
I caught myself apologizing to a door today because it didn’t open fast enough. Old reflex. Like saying sorry for taking up oxygen.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Craft over catharsis or catharsis over craft.
I read this article by "Games Mode On", on Vocal. Sorry to (SIOL) say it out loud - but this is kind of how I find it on Vocal and the world in general right now.
By Antoni De'Leon10 months ago in Poets
I need to find me Haiku
I need to find me Haiku I lost me somewhere Help do you know who I am I need me back now
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Beginning of the Fall
Chapter 7: The Beginning of the Fall The higher you go, the harder you fall. The fall never begins with a crash. It begins with a wobble — a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in the internal atmosphere. A moment where the altitude that once felt like freedom suddenly feels unstable. The air thins just a little too much. The light sharpens just a little too far. The speed becomes just a little too fast to sustain.
By Elisa Wontorcik10 months ago in Poets