Mental Health

the 5 elements
This text discusses a medical theory that was written over 2000 years ago and is based on the five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. These elements correspond to different symptoms such as cold, hot, dry, wet, wind, and fire. In Chinese, the term for the five elements is "Wu xing." The first character, "Wu," means five, while the second character, "xing," means movement. Therefore, the term actually refers to the five movements of energy associated with these elements rather than their physical form. Each element represents a specific type of energy movement: wood represents an expansive movement, fire represents an ascending movement, metal represents a convergent movement, water represents a descending movement, and earth represents a balanced movement.nature is made up of live basic elements: water,fire,earth,air and fire.this arises out of deep intuition of how to universes operates.
By Rena2 years ago in Poets
California is Weeping Tonight
The Harelip was lying on his bunk, dozing in and out when I came into the room. The lights were off, with only the moon illuminating his physical ugliness from a shaft of light penetrating the grimy window. I was carrying my notebook. He suddenly leaned forward on his pillow as I pattered in. “California is weeping tonight,” he mumbled, incoherently, before the words were drowned out by additional snores. California is weeping tonight, I said to myself. CALIFORNIA…is weeping tonight. What, was there a wildfire? His hypnogogic babbling took on wide, eerie, cryptic significance. I sat down, and in the darkness, I wrote: “California is weeping tonight,” in my notebook. And then I wrote: “AND SO AM I."
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Poets
Maybe...
Maybe... I was a fool for listening to your version of me, Maybe... I was stupid for not setting myself free, Maybe... You were right; there wasn't anyone who could love me,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Goodnight Reverie
While I lay on my pillow, beneath the moon's soft glow, Listening to the raindrops dance upon my window, I watch memories of us gently roll away,
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
The Outer Rim
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Starved
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Why Should I?
Why should I care When it feels like no one else does? Why should I try When it's like I'm continuously pushed aside? Why should I put in time
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Poets
10 seconds to live. Top Story - February 2024.
Once before you die you get one last chance when you can relive your life, your last few minutes when you close your eyes. Your soul calms down, and your heart slows down, your mind is falling asleep. It's a final countdown, or rather a cooldown, before a completely new starting? This game is confusing...
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
The morning sun
Far from the ignoble strife of Man's tavern you are The wine-cup adorning the sky's assemblage you are The jewel which should be the pearl of the morning's bride's ear you are
By xh hassan2 years ago in Poets
Unheard Dangers: The Deafening Reality of Noise Pollution
Exploring the Effects of Noise Pollution Beyond the immediate discomfort caused by loud noises, noise pollution can have profound effects on both physical and mental health. Studies have linked chronic exposure to noise pollution with increased stress levels, hypertension, cardiovascular diseases, and even cognitive impairment. Moreover, noise pollution can disrupt sleep patterns, leading to fatigue, irritability, and decreased productivity during waking hours.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Poets
The healing shower
When depression is at it’s peak And my existence has gotten weak A cold shower is where I go to let my soul speak Do I have a purpose?
By Le L2 years ago in Poets
WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET
She has grown to allow herself to believe that with me she is delusional That everything that she has learned of me is something that's just for show...I am simply not the truth.
By Shawna 2 years ago in Poets