Tagged "Mental Health"

The Hidden Codes

The Hidden Codes I found them in the picture, Where nobody would look, A hundred crooked markings, Like pages from a book.

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets

She’s 18, at a frat party. Spotted, targeted, by a senior. He gets her to his room, Puts on a comedy special, (Louis C.K., ironically) And rips away her virginity on his dirty futon. No one warned her there’d be so much blood. He’s furious about the mess. She hides in bed for days, Telling herself it wasn’t rape Because she liked the kissing part. She only wishes he would have considered asking.

By Veronica Wren3 days ago in Poets

Wandering

Almost almighty yet still, a fire lies alone, spirits of lackluster and no home, broken boxes without masters, seeking their bones, only the darkness and nothing their own, eternal shuffling of footsteps of the same man lost without pause carrying a deck on his back sometimes self imposed others hewn and bestowed more than few have chains all are alone flickering out belittling the last cracks before they can no longer know they are cold a goodbye that was never again met by hello.

By Gambit3 days ago in Poets

I am Bad at Love

Can't connect to anyone, no matter how I try Romance's dance tricks my feet Into believing my steps are in sync Box Step Plie` Jazz Walk Ideal fluid body movements Continuous weight transfer I can't oblige Steppin it up Piroutte Shimmy Grand Jete Sharp precision, excellent balance, high speed Activity level my mind prefers But an inner voice says slow down No partner can keep up with me I replace each one Before the song plays out Truth My beat deafness puts others out of time Poor choices, poor decisions I make many I am bad at love

By Marilyn Glover3 days ago in Poets

TO THE TABLE

Bringing peace yeah to the table Have your forks out do not label Mannerisms what I dig Like a fruit the name Is Fig Love me syrup with the maple

By Haychie_Artist3 days ago in Poets

Due Date

There is a baby who cries so loud That her mother can never sleep A baby who won't, past due date, allow Mother's wits about her, to keep

By Gerard DiLeo3 days ago in Poets

Decay

I sit at the edge of the room Faded voices, laughter I used to join in That was before, this is after After, the split between

By Raine Fielder3 days ago in Poets

Fear of Being Disliked

We spend endless energy trying to stay on everyone's good side, softening our opinions and walking on eggshells just to keep the water calm.

By Annam M Gordon3 days ago in Poets

The Room I Grew Up In

I grew up in a room with walls painted green Walls that could trap you inside Walls that called your name and invited you to stay

By Ty3 days ago in Poets

Different standards for different people. Content Warning.

Have you ever noticed that standards differ depending on your status and gender? The higher your status, the less the law touches you.

By Jen Phillips3 days ago in Poets

Rehab Requiem. Top Story - September 2026.

Wernicki-Korsakoff Syndrome. Ventricles enlarging. Confabulation. Brain atrophy. Down-regulated souls. Deliberate cold exposure.

By Paul Aaron Domenick3 days ago in Poets

collapse

my chest rises and sinks. breaths like there's a thick gaping hole growing within my lungs while black drips slither and sludge into my skin. it viscerally emerges, seeps into my veins, and seizes my sanity. i hyperventilate and lose myself as my pulse accelerates beyond its limits. i disappear and become a shell with tears falling down my face.

By Annie4 days ago in Poets

Mental Health