Mental Health

Angel Meadow in Manchester Uk Poem
This poem was inspired by the history and dark side of Angel Meadow, Manchester. Angel Meadow in Manchester Uk Poem People stroll through Angel Meadow,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Take a left, building #4
I’ll write you out bit by bit press hard on the number 5 watch the lead crumble in slow motion- under a microscope- at the very tip that I just sharpened
By Michele Nampalli4 months ago in Poets
Fault lines
I had been so long without hope I wish you hadn’t shown me that glimmer Just to scrub it away * It’s times like these where I remind myself
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
The Wisdom of the U-Turn
Middle age is a watershed moment. The first half of life is often defined by impulse and stubbornness—getting entangled in trivial matters, being consumed by the expectations of others, hitting walls, and enduring injustices.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 months ago in Poets
Reflecting, off the walls. Content Warning.
Tired body, back and forth, never found a destination. - That awkward meeting point between a smile and a grimace is engraved upon your face.
By Reece Beckett4 months ago in Poets
Here Today Gone Tonight
Here Today Gone Tonight You stood in my doorway with rain in your hair Smile full of chaos and reckless young air Talking of futures like they could not break
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Appetites Of The Top Cats
Appetites Of The Top Cats High above city streets glowing at night Top cats sit feeding where power burns bright Tailored in black with their sharp polished teeth
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Insecurely Attached
How did you manage that? I was an only child For the first fourteen years You’d need terrible parenting skills To shape someone like me
By Sun Bee4 months ago in Poets
The Last Will And Testament Of A Murderer
The Last Will And Testament Of A Murderer To whoever discovers these pages at last Know every shadow was born from the past
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Who I Am On a Day Like This
I. On a day like this - when the weight of the world looms its ominous presence on your fragile self, I wish I was Superman
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
No Eyes Should See What I Have
No Eyes Should See What I Have No eyes should see what I have through the years Rooms full of horror and permanent fear Some memories rot like disease in the head
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Little Girl Still Trapped Inside
These scars of mine can tell a story From memories I’ve cut to fit Circumcised and patterns torn That as a child, we just lived with
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets