Mental Health

I Catch a Glimpse of Sunshine
On the edge of a bustling city, where the concrete jungle seemed to swallow any hint of nature, there was a small, forgotten park. Its benches were weathered, its playground equipment rusty, and its once-vibrant flower beds were now overrun with weeds. The park was a relic of simpler times, overshadowed by the city’s relentless growth.
By Syed Moizuddin2 years ago in Poets
A life without Regrets
In the tapestry of days, a life unfolds With threads of gold, each story told A journey free from sorrow’s net In a life without regret.
By Lil'Rosie2 years ago in Poets
Atristry
There’s delight in all hard things when my pen is my spoon full of sugar.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
The meaning of life
Looking for the meaning of life In everything I see In everything I feel In everything alive around me I can hear it A deep voice calling me
By Hanen Mehadbi2 years ago in Poets
Missed Signals
Look Can you see? There's something burning in his eyes Can you hear? There's something turning in his voice There's something, he's trying to keep together
By JM2 years ago in Poets
I See A Bit of Sunshine. Top Story - August 2024.
I finally let it all out. All the tears, all the sadness That I have kept inside. I told you I'm done I cannot take anymore pain
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
What am I trying to build?
There are times I read a book and just wonder: what in the hell am I doing? I feel their truth in my teeth, while my own lies lay feeble on the page. Their metaphors and similes dance across paragraphs, while mine crash at the starting line like a dead clown. There are some I read and I think: I can do this. But if mediocrity is the bar, wouldn’t sipping a good whiskey be a better use of my time? According to my therapist, it’s not imposter syndrome, because no one would mistake me for belonging up in the rarified air of professional writers. So many pages of dreams torn out, turned into paper airplanes crashing into walls. Just waiting for that one to catch the wind and fly me away. Don’t get me wrong. I have a good life. A solid life. An amazing life. A life in which I am neither a success nor a failure. I just am. That should be enough. This life should be enough. And yet….there are times I read a book and I wish it could be my name on the cover. But if all you do is dream of castles in the sky, never digging out stones from the quarry, all you’ll ever accomplish is a pleasant waste of time. So I keep scribbling on another page, tearing it out, and starting again. And again. And again. Collecting pebbles in my pockets, keeping me down to earth, until I finally have enough stones to build my castle in the sky.
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
Old Friend
Hello old friend We meet again It’s been a long while You used to wander after me Up and down the aisle Through fields of green grass
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Fairy's Wisdom
“I can’t love him” She said as the fairy danced around her head “Why not?” The fairy asked “Because the mold is cast. He is promised to another.”
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Invisible Cage
There is no love for me. I do not say such as a self-pitying observation, but as an accurate assessment of my place in this world.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Poets
The Transit of Life
People also mean a great deal in some sorts as they can have a very significant impact on your life. They have promoted your life or even elevated your life from one class to another. These are the honorable people who belong to your race.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
LETTING OFF
They figured out that I’m a rubix Cannot mix I’m good with cue sticks Snookered all my life you see Great escape I firmed It bee
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets