Thursday, October 6, 2022

olfarms arent conscious by Chat Vanille

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olfarmed meta bank och vita viner in a stable with cold men and piss **** Back to Poetry Galley

don’t let another summer by Ivory Kaufman

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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...

Record Keeping by Karen Adler

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And if you come to me all innocent and forlorn all regretful and torn between the rightery and the wrongery gathered in your multitudes in that field of...

How to Be a Mad Poet by Gregory Luce

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How to Be a Mad Poet First, be mad. Then own it. Breathe in the anxiety, use it as fuel. You might have to lie down and breathe through the...

Poem Without a Title by Richard Plowden

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Produce a bit, consume a bit. For economics you'll be fit. Produce, consume, and then just die. That's right, my friend, it's all a lie! Don't be the...

Hope For The Mentally Ill by Richard Plowden

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How long does it take to totally change your life? One instant. How long does it take to turn hatred into love? One instant. How long does it...

Untitled by Anthony Diliberti

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I’ll sit here in this desperate chair thinking tainted thoughts. I’ll cultivate anger and contempt for all that has been lost. My mind is...

October 1st, 2020 by Hannah E

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Today I am 27. I spent many years of my life in a very dark place. I spent many years suffering without truly understanding why....

Mabon Down by Valerie Moran-Clark

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It was about this crisp And with skinning wind That skies narrowed Darker with quickening clouds Vampires did all surround Shadows ever inkier grew And leapt off the page Separating me...

A Middle Finger to Oppression and DBT by Rebecca Donaldson

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She (my psychologist) didn’t like me, and I don’t know why I guess it’s not okay to wish to die I was told by society I...

ptsd as a failure to punctuate by Timothy Hamilton

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a fresh blister peeled on an ant across the street stomping off in anger with no where to go looks to long familiar signs with names written the same to...

How to Escape by Lincoln Barr

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Born with a pain I struggled to define I bore your secrets up and down my spine I pressed my tender back against the pew But there...

Shattered by Alan Moster

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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall He shattered in pieces Then trauma ensued So we called several healers Who claimed that they knew They...

The Shadows by Hannah E

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I’ve lived a life of deep pain, sorrow and suffering. I’ve lived a life of light with the capacity to shine at every angle...

THEY WHO CANNOT SAY by Bunny

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I didn’t realise I was leaving till I was already gone. A strange face in the mirror. Stupid creature. And what good are you now to anyone? Seeking...

My Veterans Benefits Were Denied Because My Military Job “Did Not Exist” And The...

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“Section 23a of your Form DD-214 lists your military occupational specialty as ‘EXP,’ the letter from the VA said. “That occupation does not exist....

The Autistic Person Speaks Out by Richard Plowden

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I really find it such a stigma That men to me are an enigma, (That, greatly to my consternation, I just cannot make conversation.) Yes, though I call...

I Wish I Were by Ken Segal

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I wish I were.... I wish I were a dolphin, just a-swimming in the sea, I would swim and fish forever, a happy swimmer I would...

War in Utopia by Anonymous

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the sanest of men are here they are not carrying weapons even if they fight against ticking dynamite no gunshells against people who walk on eggshells they have pens...

A Poem for Lovers of the DSM by Rebecca Donaldson

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And what is healing? Chiseling. Chipping. Picking. Smearing and rubbing off the grime. The gunk. The graffiti I no longer wish to wear. To hear. To feel in my left foot. Raised shoulder. Waist...

Things Not Taught to a Psychology Student or MFT by Rebecca Donaldson

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I wish you could see what happened to me They are things often not taught to a psychology student or MFT My mother became a drug...

Hearts Are Meant to be Fed Love, Not latrogenic Harm by Rebecca Donaldson

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I wish you had tried to understand what had happened to me, but in the end, you lacked empathy. I tried to convey to you...

Mad Women by Rebecca Donaldson

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Mad women Sad women Neglected And not accepted Our experiences of child abuse and suicidal ideation can’t possibly be connected We are said to be “crazy, hysterical, and abnormal,” And...

Broken Down Hallways by Abby Abbott

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Battered and bloody locked up locked down in your broken down hallway “where is the exit?” I ask “Its in your hand” says the nurse “the little yellow pill” “Take it...

Madness, Beauty, Love by Laurenne Kredentser

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There’s a beauty in madness That most will never understand A love that opens up your heart To those you never met, never knew, never saw before. And...

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