Mental Health

Exhausted
I'm over this! I swear, I'm so over it. About five seconds from starting a little fit. It's like everyone is waiting for my combustion, the fall of a curtain.
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Life turned upside down
You left me... But I don't care anymore I deserve better, more You just slammed the door In front of me I feel worthless and alone.
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
Perfect Place
Out there, in the great wide world. There is a perfect place. Or maybe more than one. Where all the poets went to die. A place where the sunlight is golden.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
Things To Look Forward To In Spring
Robins Nests Eggs Melodies Hummingbirds Bluebirds Orioles Goldfinches Cool breezes Crocuses Daffodils Tulips
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Compulsions. Top Story - February 2024.
This endless cycle. Pen click 56 times. Did I get it right this time? Someone could be hurt if I get it wrong. That’s what these thoughts tell me.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
Behind the Mask: A Historical Expedition into the Minds of Psychopaths
In the annals of history, the enigma of psychopathy has cast a haunting shadow over human societies, leaving a trail of chilling tales that unveil the minds behind the mask. As we begin a historical expedition into the labyrinth of psychopathy, we unravel a complex narrative that transcends time and cultural boundaries, exposing the multifaceted facets of these intriguing individuals.
By Gary Rosenthal2 years ago in Poets
Balance Wrestles With Many Things
Upon this rock I sit still as can be, Waiting for inspiration to fall at my knee. None shall befall me if I let my mind astray,
By Toby Heward2 years ago in Poets
Needed Inspiration
It’s a waste of time to worry all the time You got to keep something positive on your mind to have a peace of mind Just smile even when you have no reason to smile
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Empathy
The balance of the heart and mind. In the dance of light and dark, we find, A chance to mend, to keep on spinning. With every dawn, a new beginning,
By Pam Zee2 years ago in Poets
You Are Not a Sin
You are not a sin. Now, that line rumbles through my spine, decaying old scripts that were woven into my being. I have held hands with the devil and fell in love with God's angels.
By g. whiles2 years ago in Poets
Shadows and Ash
Ashfallen, skies painted gray with charcoal flakes, the smell of coal washed over me. I could smell the furnace as blood smeared itself on gray rinsed grass, and as I marched on, more appeared. Could I have danced with a shadow? How would the light of my life have felt at my betrayal?
By OneWithPen2 years ago in Poets
Tranquil Moon
Gravity of my mind Pulling me closer to the tides White water crashing the thoughts Anxiety flooding the beach of tranquility
By Emmie Falbo2 years ago in Poets