Mental Health

Descent
I made a descent from that forsaken place, Had to step back — yeah, it's a damn disgrace. My mama taught me better than that,
By Tony Martelloabout a year ago in Poets
One Life
🍂We all have ''one life''🥰 Use it with ''happiness'' Not ''sadness'' Listen to ''your own heartbeat'' Not ''the voice of others''
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
In Here
There’s hope. There’s fear. There’s a chance to disappear. In here. There’s happiness. There’s love. There’s faded memories.
By Amanda McGuireabout a year ago in Poets
Red Flags
Everyone sees but no one knows what to look for‐ Everyone hears but no one knows what they're listening to‐ Plenty lay hands
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Just a Random Thursday. Top Story - May 2025.
It was just a random Thursday when I remembered I’m alive. I picked myself up off the floor, shook the cobwebs from my mind.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Permission
Must I ask to breathe? Must I ask to be left alone, in my own space? In my own silence, in my own stillness? Why does love feel like war? Like I have to defend my peace, From the very person who claimed to bring it. Why does affection feel like obligation, wrapped in guilt? No…… I do not need permission to stay home, I do not need permission to say no, I do not need permission to protect my peace, To guard my energy, To draw a line between myself and what drains me. Do I need your approval to feel overwhelmed? To say I’m tired? To stop compromising myself for your comfort? No….. I do not need permission to be alone. To enjoy my own company, To choose myself first, again and again. I have bent, I have yielded, I have stayed when I wanted to go, I have smiled when I wanted to cry, Said yes, when every part of me screamed “NO” But now……. I choose me I choose peace over presence Silence over shouting matches disguised as love Boundaries over begging to be heard. Do I need permission to “NOT LOVE?” No…. Because love without consent is not love. Love without freedom is a cage, Love that trespasses, that demands, That gaslights and is selfish, is not love. You make demands like I owe you obedience, Like I’m a project that needs fixing, A puzzle piece that will fit, Only if I twist and turn, Stay longer, let you in deeper You said your love was real, But if love leaves bruises on my peace, If love feels like invasion, If I have to beg for room to breathe, Then that isn’t love, its Bondage. So don’t ask me why I changed, Ask yourself why I had to, Change is constant after all. And I do not need permission, To reclaim my voice, To draw my lines, To walk away.
By Peace Oputaabout a year ago in Poets
Pac-Man
I enter a bar, Like time travel I go far. Pac-Man goes too fast. ~~~ ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
5/1/25
I sit here hugging the ocean And yet I hold nothing Choking on tears of fear Of futures lost Was it just a stepping stone
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Mothers, Take care
You must have heard: "God is one, but He can't be everywhere — so He made mothers." Mothers — the saviors, of the vulnerable kids,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Unvanished
I met her in the soft lavender twilight her dark auburn hair woven into ringlets braided by salt air fingers. Her smile was as warm
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Don't Talk About God To Me
It’s not that I don't care it's just that I’m not worry What's wrong with trusting God So because I am following His words
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
1.2 Watching, Waiting
They rise like dawn— peers ascendant, junior aloft— and here i stand, still as a shadow, wishing i were light. They hail my mind's flame—
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets