Mental Health
Ledger
It's not my job or my commission to make you feel at ease when you turn the page in my ledger R. A. P. I. D Slow E X p l I cate this then If you can butwheye No handholding or making things eas I E R C O N T R O L (Confined) Exhibit a: confirmed Distract from disaster Distater from scandal Scandal for scandal H E L P [Trapped] 10safety10 Six denotes Pleisure S T A B.u.t. it's not my job to make sure you're okay L A I S Escher Please a M.inutes C.ilence Don't you feel tired like Ytniatrec Is tyred?
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
The Last Round. Content Warning.
It lies in my hand, cold as the unseen hand that clutches my heart. I swing out the cylinder. This is the last round. I raise my glass to the imagined friends, and they cheer. “Enjoy,” I tell them, This is the last round.” The drink burns. I relish the sensation one last time. The fight has been brutal. This is the last round.
By Dana Crandell2 months ago in Poets
Edge Shelf Incident
Content fell on floor; it might’ve had some lure. It sat on the edge of the shelf, and I was called by the Siren friend. Content fell on floor. I opened the fridge with Herculean force. I stood in the magnet blip as the spaghetti whipped its hair back and forth. Content fell on the floor. I hope you don’t pour rage on top of the cure. But for the love of shelves, don’t balance food on the Lotus edge. Because content fell on floor. I had just lifted weights, but that is not why your system failed. The fridge doesn’t know its strength. When I overhear you asking for the spaghetti trail, I hide behind my door. Content fell on the floor.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
The High Cost of Being Available
Many people believe success depends on having many opportunities, abundant resources, and a wide network. But if you observe those who truly maintain a stable career, you'll find they are doing the opposite—constantly minimizing disturbances.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
