Suicide is a Poem by Jay E. Valusek
Suicide is a poem,
I say, and pause.
They do not look convinced.
A tragedy, perhaps, reply their faces.
No rhyme or reason. No heroic meter.
A travesty, at...
I am, not by Maram Khalif
Unregulated tachyons engulf me overnight
Psychotically walking down, the street and asking for a change
Panic! they say without adding unregulated state of mind and...
So long as we can say by Julia Hoeffler Welton
Out of the gas chamber
Out of the closed ward
Out of the shock room
They come.
Slowly, unfeeling,
Unhearing, Unseeing
They walk,
or stumble,
or crawl.
Witnesses, liberators,
Physicians, priests...
Self-Care For Dummies by Jill M. Talbot
eek comfort where you can, even if it's in a dumpster
Have someone explain it to you like you're a toddler
Read more on ways you...
A bipolar perspectivist poem by Andrea Grey
one day we may all come to see
that the way I treat you, I treat me it’s disguised from our eyes
and operates energetically
we don’t...
Forgiven, a sonnet by Dan Johnson
Forgiven, a sonnet
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I don't know how to write down my request
or where it has to go to find my boy.
I hope while drifting up...
Darling Girl by Hannah E
Darling girl,
I wish for you to understand that
The fire in your soul, the kind of love in your heart and the curiosity that drives...
Your Versions by Tom Todd
I’d like to work with you.
To appreciate your versions.
And not to have to defend myself
Against them.
Please let your version of treating me
Incorporate ideas of...
Considering Harry by Tom Todd
I wrote this poem using selected extracts (pages 212-217) from Prince Harry’s book, ‘Spare’, and reflecting on the extent to which his writings might...
Too by Monica Khadijah Davies
My nose is too long
My hands are too big
My feet have grown
You see they did
My belly is fat
My tits are small
My legs are lean
I...
Poetry by Kris
All is the self
The world where it is felt
What’s around what’s within
Simple the mind of which integrates
let be without
To listen when it is loud
Less...
So Who’s Mad, Then? by Richard Plowden
Mad Maddy,
I greet you again and say hello
On yet another fine day
In England in mid-December!
May our darling Greta
Be spared such summery sun
Up north in...
On the Birth of Pandemonium by David Penner
One, two, three walls three, omniscient was the
Fourth in darkness - unvanquished the barren
Causeway. Armies of howling seraphim, cascading
On a lake of fire; Mulciber...
Unknown Restlessness by Aisha Momin
So there is an energy surge
Which is an emerge
Maybe it is from the submerge ?
Getting cleansed by purge
That's why I had an urge
But I...
A Sweet Nothing for a Melancholic by Timothy Hamilton
Forget, for today, for now,
Life on the edge of this abyss,
Look out across a gentle embrace
Of great terrors and petty pleasures.
Forget, for today, for...
tents in the park by Dan Lenart
tents in the park
In the city without a soul
When misfits and outcasts were kicked out,
Banished to exile, even the ancients historically
Understood this sentence, this...
Benzo Request by Rod McDonald
My daughter asked:
"Can I have a Clonazapam, dad?"
"You bet."
Why argue with a stage 4 sarcoma?
It could take a week to become dependant.
Why worry?
Waiting for...
Satan’s Shadow by Adam Slosberg
It is a beautiful day. The Sun is out; not a cloud in the sky. Yet I am in the Depths of Darkness where...
Rub My Feet by Rod McDonald
Your big toe gave you away.
It wiggled and that meant
foot rub please, Dad.
Your eyes were closed,
but I could feel the vibes
all the way from...
Threshold by Julie Bradley
At a threshold in consciousness
an opening unknown, yet sensed as vaguely familiar
and here now
intense fear arising – cold chill, sweating palms, pounding heart—
ego in...
FOR OVER 27 YEARS NOW by Adam Slosberg
And so, a new morning begins. The same way. Every day. For over 27 years now.
Fear. Fear the police will break down my door....
My Mood as Room by Calvin May
I suffocate in the heat of my pitch black room.
I cannot find the door.
And cut my feet on the broken glass strewn
All over the...
incantation (Gleaning the Truth/Torching the Rest) by Jacquese Armstrong
trees
stark and barren used to upset me
i knew how they felt standing naked
before a mocking world waiting for a season
to cover the indiscretions of...
olfarms arent conscious by Chat Vanille
olfarmed meta bank
och vita viner
in a stable
with cold men
and piss
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don’t let another summer by Ivory Kaufman
don’t let the trees bloom green again
while I lie drugged and still in bed
don’t let the world explode with color
while I see only gray...