#mensmentalhealth
Over the bar, or better yet…
“he’s over at the bar.” Over his limits;
watch & listen...but listen to what
you watch, when it turns to gossip.
Watch what you say, like time is timing
every word your tongue tries to portray,
or betray through your lips. While keeping
focus on what matters most, costs more
than it pays; still… pay attention!
Five to nine, working a nine to five,
just to work on the work of art I'm
becoming: just that guy— but not
your man; “it be like that sometimes…”
Hard to be a man everyone understands;
in a glass bottle, a version of us that leaks;
Emptying a tear-duct tank…then duct-taping
a mouth, so nothing real escapes.
Say less— feel more… or feel less,
and say nothing at all. Just a couple sad
drinkers, smiling too loud, yelling too much…
At the bar, over the bar...
never quite past it.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 3:35 PM UTC
A man that is dead, does not mean he is gone
A man that is gone, does not mean he is dead
For a man who is dead, can merely just be alone
And for a man that is gone, could be a soul who is lost
And once a man is alone, he shall not turn to a living soul,
for the help that he desires
Because if he chooses to do so, he will be seen as weak, by all the "passerbyers,"
He wished a person came just to check,
Someone to check on him, someone to see.
For he is alone and lost, until he wraps his neck
And swings from a branch of a tree.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:32 PM UTC
You bore the sky so long and well—
Your spine a rod, your breath suppressed—
No mortal saw the private hell
Of constellations on your chest.
Your brother’s debt. Your mother’s fears.
The job that bled you dry and pale.
Your child’s unspoken, unshed tears…
All stacked upon your shoulders’ scale.
You learned to shift the weight with grace,
To make the crushing look like dance.
No sign of strain upon your face—
Just sweat that soaked your second chance.
Till one still Tuesday, coming home,
You gripped the wheel and could not move.
The sky you carried turned to stone—
A paralyzing, silent groove.
No grand collapse, no thunderclap—
Just muscles locked in mute revolt.
The world still spinning in your lap—
The fault line grinding to a halt.
Atlas breaks his posture now—
The heavens crack against the floor.
The sacred, suffocating vow:
"I cannot hold this anymore."
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 7:50 AM UTC
Men are 3 to 7 times more likely to commit suicide than women.
Men account for 55 percent of the workforce, but account for 92 percent of workplace deaths.
Men live on average 5 years less than women.
Police shoot more white men than any other demographic each year.
The vast majority of people in prison are men.
The majority of people suffering from homelessness are men.
Men are encouraged to seek help with there mental health but are ridiculed or ignored when they try.
77 percent of suicides are men.
"Be more open about your emotions"
"Stop complaining, you have no right to complain"
"Man up"
"Don't be a *****
"That's not a real man's job"
"Grow a pair"
"You won't even fight back?"
"I need a man that can afford me"
"Men don't cry its a sign of weakness"
"Men have it so good"
"All men are trash"
**** all men"
Welcome to manhood.
Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 6:56 AM UTC
They knew they could count on the man
to take the fall,
take the blame,
take the blade
on his wrists,
to work to death,
the whip on his back,
put the rope round his neck,
take a bullet in the chest,
to live on the street,
to drown with the rest.
Yet they say the man
can't be trusted.
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 3:57 PM UTC
He took up arms
to protect those he loved.
He was poisoned by words,
and was never enough.
The loved ones cried
as they sold the mans grave
for likes online.
His suffering always paid.
While he was alive
they called him an animal
chained him with claims
to paint him a demon.
When they needed him
he was a credit to men.
When they were done
he was there to condemn.
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 2:20 PM UTC
She's got needs.
His heart bleeds.
She deserves the best.
He can have whats left.
She can live at home.
He's out on his own.
Without a job She's fine.
Jobless he's not worth the time.
She pulls all eyes.
Invisible he dies.
Heartbroke she finds another.
Six feet under he's a number.
She's always the victim
They don't care she killed him.
Jul 16, 2022
Jul 16, 2022 at 6:27 AM UTC
As long as the conditions are met
she'll love only him.
While he can give
what she needs
he can stay.
He won't be
replaced.
But good men are a dime a dozen
and easy to attain.
Show an ounce of kindness
and we'll die for you.
And we die for you,
to be replaced
everyday.
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 2:04 PM UTC
Mens mental health month
came and went without a word
swept under the rug.
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 5:38 PM UTC
By day I stand tall, Alpha
By night I fall, beta
I cradle my head as my tears flow
why did you go?
By day I stand tall, Alpha
By night I fall, beta
I go to bed dreaming in fear
Why are you here?
By day I... want to end it
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 9:10 PM UTC