Mental Health

The Solitude of Growth
A person's loneliness is very precious, because only in that kind of silence can you really hear your inner voice. A person's sadness, a person's tears, you face it truly, you accept it, you know that these are the lessons of life and the process of life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Lacuna
I peer through the cracks, those gentle fissures that let the light in to fall in fractured heartlines on the ground. //
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Poets
Weekend
As weekend draws near. The anticipation rises. Relax and cheer. For its time to play & celebrate. Let worries dissapate.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Not On My Birthday
Why you have me stressing over insurance on my birthday? Lol. Its out of my control and its out of your control. God will handle that.
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
The Tulip
“My life isn’t perfect but I am thankful for what I have” What is “Perfection”? It is many different things to many different people.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow Becomes Today
“Always remember that your present situation, it’s not your final destination. The best is yet to come” This is a Good thing to Remember
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Long Before
“Sometimes you just need to disconnect and enjoy your own company" We Live in a world which is now completely ‘connected’.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
Killing Me… Again & Again. Content Warning.
Desire, I want you to leave, but you stay‐ You torment me to an extent that's hard to believe... starting fires and stirring up trouble,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Killing Me Slowly. Content Warning.
Time, You have become your own form of torture‐ every second, every minute, and every hour has become wretched, desolate,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Pretty Fireworks In The Sky. Content Warning.
I love the pretty colors that dazzle in the sky, I love seeing children happy on Bonfire night, I like to watch them from my window,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Lilith . Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ In the midst of a downpour, she savors hollows Her feet caresses marmoris her gaze follows. She stands alone, her mind on wars Her neurons screams to the moons What was the fault in her stars? The fault in her stars She paints them red and blue, Abyssal sapphires they born from her scars She bleeds herself on their hue. The hue makes their way Through her veins and pulse She tilts her head, the saudade that lay In her heart, daggers hard. Soothes her, the daggers. She smiles. Feeling a cafuné familiar- Her neurons giggle at the whisper, “Sabaism- the worship of the Stars”
By Chéri2 years ago in Poets
Crashing
I don't want to come crashing down, With every breath I breathe, I don't want to lose my ground, Or question my every belief,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets