Mental Health

Me
Wonder what is seen in me Is darkness a sort of light too; a dim one A chance light perhaps; like the sparkle in my eye Or the refresh in my endurance; washed to mean something.
By 5enxabout a year ago in Poets
The Places My Silence Lived
I used to fill the room with laughter, not because I was happy— but because silence knew too much. 🔴🔴🔴 Behind every smile was a door I never opened.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
I Will Never Fall
If only I were Daedalus And not a dawdler Oh, the heights I could fall from Constructing a frame of ideas My tools worn with use and care
By Sean A.about a year ago in Poets
You Will
“Forget all the reasons why it won’t work and believe the one reason why it will” The one reason why it will work is because
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Support
“Awaken each day excited to bloom in your own special way” This is really encouraging. With each new day, we can ‘sprinkle’ our own special personality
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Every Day Is A Blessing
“Another day is a blessing. Don’t take it for granted” In our busy lives, this is something that is so easy to forget. We become so busy that we may not even be aware that we are alive and that we are just as important as the people we care for and the chores that we do.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing Differences, Finding Peace
When communication feels ineffective, the best attitude to adopt is: "We are different, but no one is wrong. Deeply realizing that our cognition is different helps immensely. Not only are our thoughts out of sync, but our actions are too.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Forged in the Fire
When the night feels endless, cold, and long, And all you knew feels lost or wrong, When silence echoes through your soul,
By Richard Baileyabout a year ago in Poets
Just Breathe
I breathe out And close my eyes to feel… The breeze across my skin ** I breathe deeply And listen... for the rustle of leaves overhead
By Simon Georgeabout a year ago in Poets
The Breaking, The Burning
In the still, afore the rising sun, Many battles have left me undone, My world stands still, with nary a breath, My quiet heartbeat, flirting with death.
By Adora Hooperabout a year ago in Poets
Silent Screams
I scream so loud it's silent. My throat closes from the tension, the violent vibrations stay stunted inside. Perhaps one day I'll explode,
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Like a Monkey
Author’s Note: I’d like to state, for the record, that it’s not actually true that only primates use tools. That’s just something I recall hearing a long time ago.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets