Mental Health

My Dark Companion
It’s deep. It’s raw. It’s profound. *** It’s been there for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, it’s like a phone in my pocket.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Poets
The Power
“Accept what is, let go of what was, and have faith in what will be” Believe In Yourself! This is Your Life and only You
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Embrace Your Own Path
Whether a person's life is good or not should never be determined by the evaluation of others. In the vast world, all living beings have their own most beautiful way of living. Life is not a random test. Every lifestyle is a valid answer.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Are You There?
“Do not fear, for I am with you. Do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." - Isaiah 41:10
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
The Hypocrite’s Hashtag
They shout in bold letters, their hashtags alight, Claiming they stand for what’s just and what’s right. “#EndTheStigma,” their captions will say,
By SP 2 years ago in Poets
Dreams
When memories exceed your dreams And time moves on and youth retreats Hindsight’s a lesson it’s 20/20 Revealing the devil
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Self. Content Warning.
You are going to die, and your hair is going to grow through the dirt with the roots. But here you are, worried about whether or not your cheeks are rouged,
By Sara Wynn2 years ago in Poets
Reclaiming My Truth
I used to shrink beneath their gaze, Each label they flung a chain to my days. “Too much,” they murmured, “too scattered, too weak,”
By SP 2 years ago in Poets
The Story She Will Never Tell (A Poem Based On The Author's True Story Of Bullying).. Content Warning.
Back and fro, Higher and higher, Until her thoughts and fears, are a little quieter, But they never get silenced, They only grow louder,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
DUST BUNNIES
Dust Bunnies Frolic Dark Cobweb Festooned Corners Of My Haunted Mind Nuggets Left Behind Remembrance Tickles Nostrils With A Forlorn Stench
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
What's your choice !
The beginning is the end, And the end is the beginning. You are born, you live, and then you die— That's it. People worry about the end, Forgetting the middle, The important part. They search for the meaning of life, Blinded to life's beauty Seeing only pain, The ache of unattained desires, A hollow formed by longing. If only they realized— There's no meaning, No higher purpose. It's all a lie. Only our choices remain. So, what's yours?
By Akî2 years ago in Poets
Waves
I stood at the beach, waiting, For a wave strong enough To sweep me, carry me away. Time went by. Waves passed by. But none were enough to sweep me,
By Akî2 years ago in Poets