Friday, November 15, 2019

An American SHAMe by Marci Webber

There was never “an American dream” Only a nightmare, so it seems. Such an innocent girl full of belief In a country from which she now seeks relief.

It is January 20th by Jessica Lowell Mason

The doctor is calling. She says to you, without saying, tell me what I want to hear, verify the hastiness of all my generalizations, the quick imprecise diagnoses and the bias-based confirmations,

Do Not Swallow the Pill by Anonymous

Do not swallow the pill, This condensed mass of powder That the world has convinced you Will “fix” you, your “problematic” self My darling, you are not broken You are not lost, you are not crumpled You are merely a being living In a society, in a culture That you were never meant to be forced into

Fired for the Truth by Dr. Karan R Gregg Aggarwala

Just yesterday evening they let us know you were gone Joanne the plans they made for you Did not go through The job description just did not...

I WON by Atara Schimmel

i attended your funeral today in fact i was the one yes, won that organized it

I Will Fight for You by Atara Schimmel

she is the one that i want the one that i love she fights for justice like a wild cat fighting for her cub fangs and claws because freedom is everything

Psychotic Akathisia by Marci Webber

This thing that stirs can’t be overcome. It starts like a steady, aching hum

The labels… by Clare-Star Knighton

I’m peeling off the labels, The adjustment disorders, the bipolar disorder, I’m peeling off the labels, the borderline - the avoidant - the emotionally unstable personality disorders. I’m peeling off the labels, to find ME, MEEEE that’s hidden.under.all.these.labels!

Letting Go by Ashleigh

Let go, Of all that shit, That is holding you back. Let go of fear, Let go of uncertainty, Let go of anger, Let the unpredictable be just that, Unpredictable. Let go of your need for control of things you cannot control, Hold on to your truths.

The Greatest Pain of All by Sandy Lunøe

It hurts, the medicine, which turns you into a robot, taking away your power to question, bringing you to silence   But the greatest pain of all is not to be...

Statistics for the Social Sciences by Miriam Barr

I had this idea I could join the system and change it from the inside but you can’t join the system and not join the system

Credo by Sarah Walker

A statement about grief, art, existence and “madness”

Jump Start by Jyl Anais

The professionals act like the theft of half my life was no big deal because they didn't mean to.

Quite Insane by Laurie Corzett

I am quite insane, I speak in rhyme that often doesn't, expecting to find reason. I live in a world of ritual and season.

A Therapeutic Environment by Ann Bracken

I bring a small basket of flowers for my friend in the psych unit, the nurse buzzes me in. She silently yanks the plastic card-holder, then chides me, It has a pointy end. My friend tells me later, “No one gets flowers here.”

Doctor Do-Little by Eva Buchholz

Why little? Belittle? Do little? Do little harm! I'm wishing for a doctor who does little Little enough Enough little little

Wasted by Darcey Ewing-Segers

The ugly blackbird came back It survived I did not pound it hard enough It has come for me Its talons are sharpened, ready to repay

Fuck You by T.O. Walker

I won't be The right type Of victim. I won't be the Quiet type Of victim.

Blossom by Ashleigh

To be beautiful. What is that? What does that mean? Size two, toned, tan, and ready and waiting Ready for what? Waiting for who? The prince charming promised in all...

Transform by Ashleigh

Fear is running our lives. Fear of being different. Fear of being inadequate. Fear of being not good enough.

Death Valley Dreaming by Laura Smith-Riva

The wind howls across the spine of shale and abraded rock ridgelines where Sentinels stand tall in the twilight, Gods watching the story of the desert night unfold.

Fire by Kate

With dust of revenge, nabbed Light up the night The windows will ignite the world Because the poets will come back

I Mistook Myself for a Scientific Label by Dr. Peter Gordon

This is neither fact, nor expert advice: I am an artist, a poet, and all that may be in-between. This is neither fact, nor expert advice: Specialisms are making nonsense of sense.

Breaking News by JayJay Conrad

Do you remember the first time you were told you were Broken, by a man with a clipboard and argyle tie?

Propylene Glycol by JayJay Conrad

. . .And again: how it feels to be afterthought, embodied scribble in the Margin, and again the void of logistics. It just is.

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