Mental Health

The Longest Hallway
Memory has a strange defiance. While my body decays, my recollections remain startlingly young, vivid, and alive. The ache of time touches me physically, but in my mind, every moment is still raw, still immediate.
By luna hart2 days ago in Poets
Choosing Light
stepping into light taking off my heavy coat sun calling my name
By Tina D. Lopez2 days ago in Poets
Aftermath
Flat back in bed, trauma slipped under blankets, visceral attack. Heart rate jacked: obnoxious, techno beat pretentious pulsing
By Harper Lewis2 days ago in Poets
Want More Of Us
I want more Like to pick your brain Let's see if you're the same level of insane What is ode about you? What do you think of through out day?
By L.I.E2 days ago in Poets
Everyday I Wake At 3:09 - I Have 10 Children, A Dog, A Cat - And I Of All The People, Have Been Married For 90 Years, Isn't That Something
As with every person on the planet, I've never been able to understand this whole thing called life . You wake up, and then you wake - and just begin to live...
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
I Hate Being Known As A Child, When I Have Grown Into A Man
A child has parents !? A man has parents !? A child has parents !? A man has parents !? Recently I understood every man was once a child !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕜
What I would give to fully see behind the mask but I already know what I would see a beautiful and remarkable vessel
By Colleen Walters2 days ago in Poets
Daily Life
I wake up and check my phone before I speak to anyone. This is a choice I make and then regret and then make again tomorrow.
By Tim Carmichael2 days ago in Poets
Prayer For The Molester
I thank you for breaking my spirit So I can grow stronger than ever. Having witnessed all the tragedies inflicted on the soul and body
By Moon Desert2 days ago in Poets
There. I Am.
It appears to be 10 months since I submitted anything to Vocal. In fact apart from the odd short one off, it's that time since I wrote. Time, headspace, exhaustion etc etc, however I have change my life direction considerably, have rested as much as possible (no trust find here!) so gently getting myself back into the swing with Found Poetry, one of my favourite forms of poetry, and will make myself accountable be publishing it here. Instead of holding myself to one a day it's going to be one a week. If more happen so be it but I am incredibly good at setting myself up to fail...
By Alyson Smith 3 days ago in Poets
Human as Things
I am not a book. I am a person whose life stopped in certain places. There are periods of my life where nothing progressed.
By Lori A. A.3 days ago in Poets
The Quiet Strength of the Weathered Soul
I’ve noticed a fascinating change: the more trials and tribulations a person weathers, the less argumentative they become. It’s not that they have lost their temper; it’s that they no longer waste it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 days ago in Poets