Mental Health

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People always work to make money. Nowadays, people either work to have peace of mind or to earn money for their children. What matters now is inner peace, but money is more peaceful.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
Where A Legacy Is Created
Legacy. It is a word that I think about often. What is it? How does One Create One? Why is it that We Seem to be Obsessed with the Idea?
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Vanishing Acts
When the danger is immediate, go without ceremony. Leave mid-sentence if you have to. Abandon the cart in the middle of the aisle
By Oula M.J. Michaelsabout a year ago in Poets
The All-Purpose Guide to Disappearing
My brain has melted, far away and removed, Feeling beaten, yearning to be renewed. I will find my future, while broken in two,
By Lori Armstrongabout a year ago in Poets
Sometimes
Sometimes, I don’t know who I am. I hide between who I wish to be and what the rest wants to see. There are traces of malice in my acts of kindness,
By Krizzia BWabout a year ago in Poets
Instructions for Disappearing
Agent V, I received your transmission. You’re compromised; they can pinpoint your exact position. There’s only one way to deflect
By Ashley Clantonabout a year ago in Poets
Four Haiku
Little boy alone: I start as a child with books. No shared love with them. * School for achievement? Certificates and good grades.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Stable withdrawals
Dependency, built from repetition of harmful behaviors, stains the mind— shattering the need for self-reliance. We slowly lose
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
I’m Not Whining. I’m Seething.. Content Warning.
Let's be crystal fucking clear. I’m not writing because I want pity. And don't bother with thoughts or prayers. I’m writing because I’m living in a body that’s collapsing in slow motion while everyone around me keeps suggesting I “try counseling or CBD or $10 Tea."
By Danielle Katsourosabout a year ago in Poets
"Orange". Top Story - August 2025.
Orange areas on my skin... reality— the areas are brown, areas, tan. Am I an animal? Am I sand? Will I be extinct just as I stand? Am I wanted more now than then? So precious— orange, a has-been. Waiting, waiting here, another orange area restin'. Nothing, nothing, nothing again. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Hindsight
If I'd known then, I'd have regret I'd know a lot more strangers I'd wish that we had never met And save my heart from danger
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
clocked in
So it never really changes, does it? The work life The American dream Perhaps it’s a universal cesspool To wake and work and wait
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets