Mental Health

A Minute of Forgetting
Waking up in the moment of a lifetime Where the pain subsides and I can breathe easy again Until I see the light of a passion lost
By Gunnar Anderson4 months ago in Poets
PRELUDE TO LAUGHTER
Vicki, 1978 I wrote this poem in 1978 at age 28, while working a full time job, attending college full time, and juggling a busy social life. Driving through Los Angeles became the one place where my mind could drift — from concrete and buildings to dreams of green mountains and ocean spray. These images helped me return to that moment exactly as it felt.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Timing
No one knows the mind of the wind. Each breeze carries its own heading. There is nothing to predict its course, nothing to trace its threading.
By J. K. Anderson4 months ago in Poets
henceforth and so on and look over there. Winner in Out of Order Challenge. Top Story - May 2026.
i just read the same paragraph around seventeen times – an exaggeration maybe, who can tell…i lost count – and i still couldn’t tell you what it said. it all started when i noticed the word ‘hence’ was used four times in one paragraph (yep i counted)…hence after hence after hence after hence and i started thinking that’s a lot of hences in a short space and then i saw the word hope and i thought oh shit i forgot to take my sertraline AND my vyvanse today and – ohmygod…remember that former friend…why the fuck did you message them the other night…oh yeah drunk ali took over your phone…what did you say again…you better check…ah yes…the old what-do-you-want-from-me request for clarity that you know won’t come and when you’re sober you’re not even sure you want – two opposing things true at once…i miss you/i don’t miss you…i want repair and i don’t - and what…my eyes are filling with tears and i’m sitting in the window of a café where a lot of people are outside waiting for takeaway and i’m welling and welling and why am i crying oh yeah. no meds. back to your book ali. read that paragraph.
By ali4 months ago in Poets
Don't look at Me
I see them all smiling Looking so happy Bonding They try to include me But I don't fit in I feel nothing Their emotions don't reach me
By CotardDelusionz4 months ago in Poets
How Do You Age A Life Of Regrets
How Do You Age A Life Of Regrets How do you measure passing time when every hour stands still, When days fall heavy on your chest and bend against your will,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Solo, Not Lonely
Being single is actually a wonderful thing. You can eat what you want, buy what you want, and decide where you want to go. You aren't influenced by another person's emotions, nor do you lose your right to choose because of someone else.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 months ago in Poets
Submerged
Lying again on this wet floor, the rain hasn’t stopped for weeks. - The waves rise, and rise, enveloping my body again revealing, then releasing skeletal remains
By Reece Beckett4 months ago in Poets
Stepmonster
Imagine for a moment having the audacity paired with the cruel stupidity that would allow one to be proud of giving a woman in recovery
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
Oh My Mother...
Oh my mother, what can I say? She's always been there on my darkest days Not always knowing quite what to say or do But reminding me that I will get through
By Courtney Curran5 months ago in Poets
Peace Shared, Peace Found
There are no shortcuts to happiness. Even the most special relationships require a natural order. Only the right order leads to true happiness. Don't be impatient, and don't be afraid of being alone; relationships that start haphazardly often end haphazardly as well.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
Class Clown
I was the class clown in high school; known for making everyone laugh. Pretty much no one took me seriously, my teachers complained I disrupted the class.
By Alaine Hay5 months ago in Poets