Mental Health

Ellie May Was Never Here
You knock where no door should be, the porch sagging like a breath held too long. That gate—red as blood or barnwood after rain— moans Ellie’s name,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Earth 19: The One That Burned the Bill. Content Warning.
This is my response to the big ugly bill. Millions of Americans will lose everything. I sang the blues today. I am disabled, old, and health issues. Yes, I will lose everything if something is not done to stop the Nazis and the Rumpty Dumpty crime syndicate.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Still I Rise, Still I Run
Risk - what is it, but a leap through the unknown, Trading comfort for a life that could be our own. Packed the bags, the plan was tight,
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
Chasing Wind. Content Warning.
As someone who's lost their ability to enjoy, essentially anything... I don't need to be told twice‐ about how trivial, is the chase of happiness
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Tired
The world of silence anchors my chest A storm bottled in the bones- How do i escape this echo chamber Where even my breath feels borrowed?
By AmynotAdamsabout a year ago in Poets
Missing You
Truth is I am lost without you My mind is stuck in a fantasy with just you and me Wishing we could still be Be something that never came apart
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The Soul’s Compass
It’s not an external rule, but a subtle law — an invisible dance between what you give and what you receive. Because everything you emit
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Time to Shine
You've been in the dark too long, my friend. You've been hiding out all on your own. Now, your self-destructive ways must end.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
Needs Space…. Content Warning.
When they needs space, I like a burden to them… My mistakes and flaws ruined everything… ‘it broke me… ‘I am hurt… ‘even deeper…
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Poets
Before You Give Your Light
It’s okay to want to help — to heal others’ wounds, to hold broken worlds with hands full of light. But never forget your own cracks.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
A Morning Stroll. AI-Generated.
Accidentally hit the AI content thing on publish page. No part of this is ai generated. ***************************************
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Cup Was Yours
I woke up today To silence that wasn't new — But still managed to sound louder Than the morning birds ever could. The kettle hissed,
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets