Mental Health

a canvas of shadows. Honorable Mention in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge.
There’s a shadow on the wall that doesn’t belong— I’ve stared into this canvas for far too long, half a life spent watching it breathe with the dark, shadows and light moving like a quiet song.
By Harleen 🤎about a year ago in Poets
They Told me Truth was a Casualty
I was going through old photos and thought about when I worked at Universal Studios Hollywood, which was years ago in the 90s. Now It is 2025 and I am 75. I don’t like to talk about myself, but I remember a lot of good times. We laughed, cried, danced, and worked our booties off. It is pleasant. I turned off the news. We all need to laugh a little, think about the good times for a bit, but VOTE BLUE.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Drowning
I can hear it beat with my head under water. As I recall time, what a strange life I have lived. I'm ready to start anew.
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Poets
How I Disappear . Content Warning.
I don’t know what you thought motherhood was supposed to be But this is not it Just because you don’t use your fists Doesn’t mean you don’t hit
By C. Carlsonabout a year ago in Poets
The Quickening
Winter's whispers ride the winds A storm awakens in the north It comes to claim all those who've sinned All discontent it does call forth
By Insinq Datumabout a year ago in Poets
Gerard's Deception.
He had once been a happy, vibrant child, but the light had gone out of his eyes. He tended his little stone house - a young man who moved without footsteps.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
Pack Your Shadow
You want to say goodbye to everyone you know and why. I can't say it's a good thing, but it can— can be done. ~ People need people
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The IP'er
Eyes are becoming the leader... is hard. Eyes are petitioning, and are listening. Eyes are becoming the reader... too, thinking no— no top.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The Art of Becoming Nothing. Top Story - July 2025.
First: Weep until thy tears carve rivers through the mask thou wearest for the world. Let the fire burn away all false names
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
When Silence Became You
I hear your laugh in walls so bare, Like ghosted whispers in the air. The bed is made, the light is dim, But still, I drown where you used to swim.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Daffodil
My heart, a daffodil that you pluck and try to hold In your soft palms, it rips apart, and it rips apart. Its petals fall like whispered secrets, torn and frail,
By ♡about a year ago in Poets
A Plan
She swerved through silence; sharp and impulsive, a plan half-formed — pressure beneath, strangely pulsive, the lake breathing against shore, holding its old pulse.
By A Lady with a Penabout a year ago in Poets