Mental Health

Unrivalled Bliss
I feel so often not good at all "I'm okay" the perfect mask perfect lie I feel so often not good enough "I'm okay"
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
200-Year Legacy. Content Warning.
As the darkness covers me, I lie distraction-free Alone with my swirling thoughts, slipping from serenity Confronted with feelings, those I struggle to embrace
By Tiffiney Cornishabout a year ago in Poets
The Strong Friend
There’s something stirring in my spirit. Searching for clarity while the vision is cloudy. Maybe due to my fears or due to my tears welling up over glazed eyes as I try to suppress it all.
By Tiffiney Cornishabout a year ago in Poets
Earning My Strips
My foot on the back of the tiger’s neck, I can’t let up. The pressure applied is keeping me alive. But my legs are shaking. This level of stress is hard to sustain. My knees are starting to give way and my peace is going with it. Anxiety steps in. I’m losing ground. My mind, once quiet with determination, is starting to shift focus to the growls beneath my petite size 8. Such a small amount of surface for such large shoes to fill.
By Tiffiney Cornishabout a year ago in Poets
Toting Toxicity
Noticed myself getting jealous about this man. Not even because I want him, but because he hasn’t responded to how great I am.
By Tiffiney Cornishabout a year ago in Poets
the shadows of my reflection
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Am I good enough?
Have you ever had the Thought that you aren’t Good enough? That you are to damaged To be in a relationship With someone.
By Jeremy Whiteabout a year ago in Poets
Alone In This World
Alone in this world is what I am, A silent echo, a fading lamb. Alone with no one to hold my hand, Just drifting shadows and empty sand.
By Shai Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
Floor Staring
Have you ever collapsed in the middle of your own life? Not in some dramatic, cinematic way—no. I mean silently. Quietly. So softly that no one even notices.
By nawab sagarabout a year ago in Poets
Starve Trouble, Find Inner Peace
A long time ago, I was a very argumentative person. Whether online or in real life, if I thought something was wrong or someone said something incorrect, I’d jump in to argue with them. I genuinely believed I was "defending justice," "not being bullied," and "making my position clear."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Almost, But Not Quite
I. My mama was taught to say Columbus discovered something. My grandma, too. Same lie, different desk. They called it progress,
By T. E. Doorabout a year ago in Poets
The World Is Built on Quiet Things
Tilda does not flinch at us, does not ask for names. She only drinks, only waits— closer to peace than the poems we write.
By khalidabout a year ago in Poets