Mental Health

Now Love
Now it's a problem Now you want love Now you feel lonely Now you can’t take pride in being alone Now you're praying for it
By L.I.E9 days ago in Poets
Survivor's Guilt
living in a time without you feels like learning how to breathe with a punctured lung every inhale burns my body remembers the pain
By Maj Forbes9 days ago in Poets
Your Religion Ain't My Disease. Top Story - February 2026. Content Warning.
you ever felt so low, your very thoughts moved like molasses? feels like an undertow, of an ocean current pulling you backwards.
By CT Idlehouse10 days ago in Poets
Pill Rainbow
On Monday, Eat Red to kill tiny people in your head take double for good measure, then go back to sleep the little voices will protest,
By Bride of Sound10 days ago in Poets
Seabirds. Top Story - February 2026.
When I want to remember love, intimate connection, there’s a reinvention occurring in the depths of my mind. Some call it—imagination.
By Natasha Collazo10 days ago in Poets
Wait!
Why? Answers needed Insight into the reason This makes no sense Wait! Just wait!
By L.I.E10 days ago in Poets
A Recipe for Indigo: How to Cultivate the Perfect Solitude
The Manual for Quiet Blue Step 1: Preparation of the Vessel Wait for a day when the sky is the color of a bruised plum. Open your window exactly three inches— enough for the damp cedar smell to enter, but not enough for the world to come inside. Sit on the tatami, or the cold wooden floor, and align your spine with the falling rain.
By Takashi Nagaya10 days ago in Poets
Relieve. Content Warning.
I don't mind the noise That's a bonus to me Silence is a choice But I walk to feel free. * Working from home Tends to drain my array
By Alex Torres10 days ago in Poets
When I Was Young
When I Was Young When I was young I laughed without checking the price I walked streets without counting the steps no one watched my hands
By Marie381Uk 10 days ago in Poets
Betrayal
The towering arc of a tidal wave about to crash, its barrel curling in on itself. For a moment, in slow motion gravity pulling, tidal-force propelling
By Tim Boxer10 days ago in Poets
I Held you
I miss you, you know, I have been grieving for far too long, I can not hold on to It any longer, how typical of me to say out loud, alone In a subliminal space,
By AETHERIA STAR ANGEL10 days ago in Poets
This Was How I Thought I Would Be, I Mean - I Guess, Like, I Guess, No Energy!
My birthday was last week, and like everybody else - I've literally been the only shadow in the house! My birthday was last week, and literally the house was empty, the "MOUSE", was in for some "good" surprise!
By 365poetry10 days ago in Poets