Mental Health

Out Of The Blue
A quote from a 911 survivor: “we didn’t see color, we were all covered by the same ash” It returns every year and repeats without change
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 days ago in Poets
Ready to Give Up
Neglect, abuse. Why won’t you lift us up? It should be easy from down there in the dirt.
By Harper Lewis 6 days ago in Poets
Voices
he always found it hard to sleep said it’s always been that way because the darkness was too loud and always had too much to say
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 days ago in Poets
Surface Thoughts
Was there ever a time in history When life was lived with simplicity? Was there every a time When no life contained misery?
By Alexander McEvoy6 days ago in Poets
The Mirror That Must Stay Covered
When a soul slips out at midnight from a house on the hill, there are things the living must do and the first one is quite still. Take the black cloth from the cupboard, take the wool from off the chair, cover every pane of glass before the spirit lingers there.
By Tim Carmichael6 days ago in Poets
Migraine
Aching, throbbing. The lights feel like daggers stabbing into my eyes, my temples, and soul. My stomach turns and I yearn for it to all go away, for a dark corner to hide in, away from the light of the day.
By Ivy Rose6 days ago in Poets
Voices in my head
The voices in my head why won’t they go away Such a nuisance I wish they would go away It’s like the cartoons in one side of me I have the angel who says everything is great everything will be okay.
By Jennifer lindquist6 days ago in Poets
What to do, What to write
What to do What to write To not be blue To not be glad Without despite Might be sad Might be melancholy Dreams of flight
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 days ago in Poets
The Actions of Others
wondering if performative is the word used to describe me? it isn’t, not exactly— performative means there’s an audience and somewhere backstage, a self
By Chel Writes6 days ago in Poets
Usurpers
Their faces slip. Slither slick , the mask drops For just a moment , flicker quick , A hole torn in the canvas, An uncarved pumpkin.
By Angel Whelan6 days ago in Poets
the tower
when pleasure becomes pain, a smile as he turns away. i wish he would stop coming back, but i always hope he stays. there is only emptiness,
By ⸘jason alan‽6 days ago in Poets
With A Smile
“Nature is the greatest place to heal and recharge.” This planet we live on gives us everything we need to rest, heal, recharge and rebuild.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff6 days ago in Poets