Mental Health

Are People Really Constantly Changing?
The position that exists in life today is not the same position that existed yesterday and will not be the same position that it will be in the next few days. Days pass, years go by, one is replaced by another, flowers grow and die and so do men and women. Thus, people can be changed a lot, or let us say, transformed personally.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
I used to read proverbs
I once had found a saying wise It danced before my very eyes But when time came to show I knew I could not tell what I should do
By Ashley McMahon2 years ago in Poets
Love in the Air
Portrayal Box: Meet Mia, a bashful young lady fantasizing about becoming a craftsman. She finds motivation all over the place, particularly in the recreation area.
By SamiBD242 years ago in Poets
THE HUMAN REMOTE CONTROL: A POWER WE SHOULD NEVER HOLD
Human Remote Control: A Poem In the age of buttons, wires, and screens, Where everything bends to our swift commands, We dream of a device, strange yet serene,
By PETER J2 years ago in Poets
Hemolytic Reaction. Content Warning.
Empty There’s nothing left now I am alone Blood means nothing 'Don’t ask a question you might not like the answer to' That is what they say
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Secret Suicide Note. Top Story - October 2024.
Don't worry I wrote this a long time ago. But I think it's important to address mental health concerns and if you can relate to anything I ever write then I feel as a writer I'm doing good. Plus I did promise you some incoherent rambling... So here it is! :)
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
Maybe I wasn't like that ...
Maybe I'm not to be called Maybe I am the fault Maybe they won't hurt, the stranger Maybe I am the danger! Maybe it wasn't my fate
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Today has been cancelled
Maybe today is going to be different. Perhaps the sun will shine, and the moon will be full. Possibly to the full potential or dull.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
The talk
The talk mourmoured a way to the infinity of the possibilities it brought to the place of the real self brave fear disappeared as it was no longer living in the cell
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 years ago in Poets
More Than Enough
Who are you to say I am too much? I have laughed like the first morning sun, breaking over the horizon, casting gold across dew-covered fields and sleepy rooftops.
By RK2 years ago in Poets
Lullaby
On our last night I sat with you in an old rocker somewhere new, You told me I was all you had, how much I meant, you were sad.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Embracing the Simple Joys of Life
Whatever is felt strongly must be shared liberally One night of good sleep is better than love. It is actually a plus to have food and clothing without having to go through stress. Health is wealth, no illness or calamity is something to be wished for.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets