Mental Health

Hollow Hands
Hollow Hands They come with open, trembling palms,in need of warmth, in search of calm.They drink the light you freely give,but leave you empty, hard to live.
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
The Curse Of Elmo James
The cursed Elmo James There was a man born to the sinners, his name was Elmo James, on the day they christened him, the church burned down in flames.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Collector of Tears
The Collector of Tears He walks the alleys where sorrow lingers, cupped hands catching grief like rain. No words, no comfort only silence,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The monsters are here
The monsters are here I close my eyes so tight in bed, but monsters creep inside my head. Their whispers slither through the dark,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Back to Paradise in every day of a being
The scent of a milk oolong tea just a touch of something familiar that melts Your mind into the being of a calm nature like a baby heart and brings You far far away from all the bad out there You are in a dream it does also bring You touch of a winter memory when all was all right Then after meditation and healing session Your health and consciousness brings another deeper and deeper and more open kind of a state and Hojicha is where I take it as my own continuation of a mind to last in it for quite deeper and deeper and far the very ancient smoky taste and bitterness that turned into the sweet waves it comes into my senses alarming its time to rest its time to take a break and its more than just normally oki no matter the whole of the rest Enjoying the life at the moment flowing like the self whole universe traveling in there synchronizing with the rhythm of the nature waving to stars and planets saying goodbye to the whole rest everyone deserve a longer break for themselves even narcissists need to understand that real clear angels they need to take Holiday where they cant connect but start their real true self way
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
Through Shadows, Still I Rise
The weight of night upon my chest, A whispered voice, a cold caress. The world outside, so far away, Yet time still forces one more day.
By Richard Bailey2 years ago in Poets
The Mind War.
Sometimes, I wonder when this would Inside the room alone, lonely in bed, eyes up the Lights out in the room, but mind's eye wildly saili
By Williams Antwi Asiamah2 years ago in Poets
The March to Spring
a gasp like first of morning breath as sun breaking through early spring skies almost blinding, almost too much almost
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Im not being Watched
Im not being watched Im being hunted Like prey in the wild Except theres no where to run Im trapped in here, forever Theres no escape, theres no where to hide
By Chxse2 years ago in Poets
Caught in the Spell. Top Story - March 2025.
The fiery rage explodes; memory flashes, bubbles, froth, and rise. Water boils over in the copper kettle flames spit cartoonishly
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
Fueling Flames
Emotions bleed and wash away The words I never dared to say When walls kept tween, defining us Like stains on abandoned canvases
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Must We Always Be Right?
It's impossible for a person to be right at every step. There's no need to dwell on the past or criticize yourself for past choices. You must always believe that the paths you take, the people you meet, and the regrets you hold are all experiences you were meant to have. Whether they are 'right' or 'wrong' is ultimately determined by your heart, so there's no need for prolonged sadness. Everyone has their own destiny.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets