Mental Health

Be Positive All Day Long
“Those times when you don’t feel like being positive are the times when choosing to be positive makes the biggest difference”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
City Whispers: Poems of Lonely Connection
City Whispers: A Book of Poems Concerning Urban Solitude and Connection (Author's Note: This work investigates the city's paradox – a location abounding with millions, yet frequently hugely lonely. It glances at transient glimpses of connection and the constant buzz of loneliness sensed in the urban sprawl.)
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets
Full of Vitality. Content Warning.
I wrote this, created out of my dreams from my DNA of my brain. Full of vitality, Peppy is an informal adjective that means full of vitality, bouncy, or energetic.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Empty
I wanted to feel something Anything I threw my body on yours Allowed yours in mine I've never felt so empty
By Gail Fredricksabout a year ago in Poets
This Isn’t Weakness — I’m Just Tired (In New York)
In New York, no one asks how you're doing. Everyone's rushing somewhere, and if you’re tired, if you cry, if you stop — just don’t block the subway doors.
By Eric Q Fengabout a year ago in Poets
backstairs, yesterday.
I'd rather sit far away Smile 'til my legs gave way And crumple, crumple, crumple Into the arms of my concreted shadow Than
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
The Shadow That Stays. Content Warning.
Oh, how I hate the darkness. It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t speak. It just slips in— like a secret you forgot you buried deep.
By JesMeabout a year ago in Poets
Fear in Freefall, What If You Never Land?. AI-Generated.
There is a moment in silent, suspended, where the world splits open beneath you. The ground that once held your weight dissolves, and you plummet into the unknown. You reach, grasp, clutch at the air, but there is nothing solid to hold onto. This is the terror of freefall not the moment of impact, not the wound of collision, but the unrelenting uncertainty of never landing at all.
By taylor lindaniabout a year ago in Poets
Undressed. Content Warning.
Undressed and taped, with a hole pierced on the duct tape, breathing the foul smell, life and death in question, my mind, unraveling the daring,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
Quit Guessing
Lesson on the tip of the tongue. Defiant lies on the college try, let's start with having a future born of a past of all riots. Anyway, just carpet the barbed
By Willem Indigoabout a year ago in Poets
the bird fell in love with the tree. Content Warning.
The songbird fell in love with the tree. The tree fell in love with her song. Her eyes, always seeing the best, saw his deep roots as stability.
By Jamie Callaghanabout a year ago in Poets
FACELESS II
Without saying anything‐ What's worse? A smile, that spouts lies? OR... A pair of truly, colorless eyes? What shall I say?...
By JMabout a year ago in Poets