Mental Health

We Are Alive
Those dark times we feel The times we feel stuck Feeling like no one understands Like nothing is going right Those black thoughts in our minds We wonder why we have them Are our minds being mean Does our mind hate us
By TheAlivePoetessabout a month ago in Poets
Frequency
There's a radio bolted inside my head, someone else keeps spinning the dial. Thoughts show up cracked down the middle, memories come through static and buzzing, answers snap in half right before I catch them.
By Nolan Reedabout a month ago in Poets
She's a know-it-all
She carries herself like a statue in a museum display case Never changing Her stance and demeanour remain the same As they were five decades ago
By Sun Beeabout a month ago in Poets
I tHinK… veRy liTtlE!
I’ll I’ll just… I’ll just… What? I’ll just have a drink And? I’ll need a drink… if this keeps up! * What? What was I doing?
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a month ago in Poets
What Lies Beneath
The world stops being a constant and I try to breathe. My world gesticulates to something new, breath tilting on an building axis
By Logan Stanislawabout a month ago in Poets
old fragments #2
i sit, worried, listening to lyrics. an attempt to soothe. little simz says, "time will heal you." how odd, i think, because i once wrote a haiku, when brand new here: time will tell, they say. or, in time you will heal. but time does not serve you. i wrote it, but often write things. the question is, do i believe it? i was sad then. am i not sad now? i am. yes, and... not sad like i was some time ago. but yes, i believe it. despite the sadness, in that time, having changed in more than name alone. the grief, as i call it now, was wild once. when i was young and more certain, my grief was the decider. which is to say, my grief called the shots. my grief didn't leave room to assess, run a cost-benefit analysis, or even think more generally. my rational mind was absent, hardly at work, unless you consider the work of wild grief a rationale equivalent to the caliber of my stable and contented mind... i don't. is the work valid? yes. but reasonable or measured? hardly. what is all this grief for, you might ask? what is it that acts as tether to this potential weight? death, i suppose. to put it simply. loss, more broadly. the loss of self. the loss of loves. the loss of our planet and entire species, en masse. the loss of compassion from people and of empathy for things that don't happen directly to loved ones or us (whether complicit in their occurrence by choice or not). you know, perhaps by using time to patch all wounds, we liken ourselves to the concept. perhaps the world is so heavy, that we prefer the indifference of omnipotent measure. perhaps our hearts are opened, but lose the heat of emotionality. perhaps our minds are quieted, but lose the clarity of connection. you see, time isn't concerned with memory, or preference, or truth. you see, time isn't concerned with convenience, or perception, or linearity. you see, time isn't concerned with people, or flora or fauna, or any conception of mother earth gaia terra. you see, time isn't concerned. but i would hate for that to be me.
By kpabout a month ago in Poets
Graveyard memories
No lights Just darkness Quietness My body panics when the lights go out The darkness makes me invisible to the world
By TheAlivePoetessabout a month ago in Poets
Say...
I’m out. The common novel has shrunk to the novella to the novelette, and here I am, like the meth has left me next to a dumpster; this is a free-form death wish on the danger of the demon, hyperbole as I let loose on a soapbox upon a dead corner. A march, under starched for good, in the ether, and it’s getting a little cozy. Post-PUNK, Air-walking the gap-to-sloper, wall planter through the wall that turns out was formally promised declaration of a hay-day. “A dab will do, Love.” I'm not (eye roll) that special. Minx of Tartars, hear me! “…you cut out there, but I have you now. Flipping, flopping on whether I use this to prove a point to Thee INSIDE or take the dare like a child, pretending I’m only stumbling on the refresh button for the third time looking for that dreaded front button. “You meant back, right?” To say it plainly, Dane sees the biblical heaven fees, not worth the new fucking app, but if the gates of Six Flags can’t stop me…
By Willem Indigoabout a month ago in Poets
Appreciate What You Have Today
Thankful for the sun, The stars, The moon, The wind, The rain, Love, Life, And family. Enjoy the moment, Share the love with family
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Poets
When Nobody Notices Your Tears
When Nobody Notices Your Tears You smile for the world though your heart feels tired, Pretending you’re strong when your soul feels expired. Nobody sees the battles you fight in your head, The nights full of worries when you lie in your bed.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Car Communion
This is an experience. An experiment. Part poem, part audio, part confession, part reflection, and all of my soul on the page.
By Bradley Ramseyabout a month ago in Poets
Departed
When I departed early Did you shed a single glistening tear? Or was anger still the only emotion that you chose to feel? How many times have you supplicated for my return? Or are you preoccupied with looking like the one who was burned?
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets