Mental Health

The Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Addiction
It was so sweet the pain Until it was not Until the joy turned into a mothrfuckin' drought Drought only relieved With just one
By G. A. Botero2 years ago in Poets
Turning Pages of Life. Top Story - April 2024.
Life’s like a book — some parts are good, others not so much. Still, keep turning the pages; you might find the best chapter next. If someone hurts you, choose to forgive or just let it be, but never change who you are for them.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
My Life, My Choice!
Deciding not to worry about results makes me feel relaxed. What comes in the end might not matter. In the past, I always argued about right and wrong and wanted specific outcomes. But not anymore. People have their wants, and that’s fine — no need to insist on things.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
"I'm Not Okay.". Content Warning.
As women we are told to stay strong, constantly. We hold a family together. We have a lot of expectations to uphold. I have a lot to say to any woman like myself our inner demons screaming so damn loud.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets
Proofs and Theories . Content Warning.
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Taking Up Space
One foot after the other, even if you stumble. If you falter, you musnt complain. Build up your castle just how they want,
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
Ties That Bind
If God was the spool and we were the threadLife made us the fooland loves power is deadIf people would dothe things that they saidLove could heal the woundsand would win in the endBut what is and what is hoped forare not always the sameLove is a list of unfortunate choresand a myriad of redundant games
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Watcher at night
When I was a child, I would occasionally sense an intense, ominous presence watching me as I lay in bed at night. These experiences were rare, perhaps a few times a year. I would keep my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling until it passed or I fell back asleep.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Harboring Happiness - Day 3
Today in harboring happiness, I wear a baggy, sage green t-shirt with the printwork of an iguana riding a bicycle. I smile at the silliness of it all.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
Cosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
"RESPECT ME AS I AM NO MAN'S WIFE". Content Warning.
RESPECT ME AS I AM NO MANS WIFE! I AM OKAY AS AN ECCENTRIC MOM & GRANDMA! As a woman I had to write this from my heart and soul
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets