Mental Health

The Man I Could Be
I sit behind the guy – a random man – I could be, broad shoulders, peach fuzz, a hazel smolder, curled hair dances at his nape as fabric drapes
By caitodoesstuff2 months ago in Poets
idk
I don't know what the fuck I'm feeling. I know I feel rays of sunshine as they soak into soft skin. I know I feel hope flutter in every gust of wind. I know I feel afraid when the world is unlit and imagination creates beasts in the infinite dark. I know I feel joy like electricity pulsing from heart to fingertips when my mind is blank and my hands make intuitive brushstrokes on blank canvases. I know I feel awe when I stand atop a cliff and stare down watching trees sway and a stray leaf tumble by. I know I feel pain such utter agony at the thought of others in pain and being unable to intervene. I know I feel devastation seeing trash on the sides of highways and absolute grief when a stray pet's body lies among it on the side of the road. I know I feel nothing but love, adoration, respect, surprise, excitement, anxiety, when I think about my role as a mother. I know I feel and I know that I know nothing yet I know enough at least I hope. Sometimes though I still don't even know what the fuck I'm feeling.
By Lolly Vieira2 months ago in Poets
The Shape of Waves. Top Story - September 2026.
Somewhere on a Florida beach a wave crashes, washing away the imprint of two small feet.
By Nikki Torino Wagner2 months ago in Poets
Less Than A Minute
They say that love can change the world, So go ahead and do it! It takes less than a minute to hug somebody, Less than a minute to give someone a hug,
By Carol Ann Townend2 months ago in Poets
Where Is My Mind?
Something is missing. I can feel it in the silence between my thoughts, in the spaces where words used to live. I reach for it and my fingers close around nothing.
By Ivy Rose2 months ago in Poets
Out Of The Blue
A quote from a 911 survivor: “we didn’t see color, we were all covered by the same ash” It returns every year and repeats without change
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Ready to Give Up
Neglect, abuse. Why won’t you lift us up? It should be easy from down there in the dirt.
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
Voices
he always found it hard to sleep said it’s always been that way because the darkness was too loud and always had too much to say
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Surface Thoughts
Was there ever a time in history When life was lived with simplicity? Was there ever a time When no life contained misery?
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Poets
The Mirror That Must Stay Covered
When a soul slips out at midnight from a house on the hill, there are things the living must do and the first one is quite still. Take the black cloth from the cupboard, take the wool from off the chair, cover every pane of glass before the spirit lingers there.
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
Migraine
Aching, throbbing. The lights feel like daggers stabbing into my eyes, my temples, and soul. My stomach turns and I yearn for it to all go away, for a dark corner to hide in, away from the light of the day.
By Ivy Rose2 months ago in Poets
What to do, What to write
What to do What to write To not be blue To not be glad Without despite Might be sad Might be melancholy Dreams of flight
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets