poem by ElizaM

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Jonesing You can say it's for drugs and think what you want, but drugs are no substitute for love. Think what you will and say what...

Insulin Shock Therapy by Dana Henry Martin

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I hear the music again. It’s my mother singing through the clay earth from her grave the way she sang from her bed at the asylum until they...

Fifty Shades of Days by Alec Stanza

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triggers are slashing my mind I process the memories of one strange summer ; Where was I ? How long did I wander ? I walked a lot nowhere...

When I grow up by Stacey Callard

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When I grow up Every living being will feel safe, Safe to roam and explore this home we call planet earth Clean air, education and healthcare will...

Hard of Hearing by Francis Fernandes

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I kept telling her that Carsten Dahl is not Carson Dyle for the obvious reason the former doodles Danish bebop on the piano with a sort of...

Wounded Healer by Samantha Irene

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I look into the dark pool I see colors spinning Inklings Of what has yet to become With one prick of my finger The ripples of change Cast outwards Water cannot...

Poems Needed by Daniel Hanrahan

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we have poems about madness and poems written in states of madness no poems yet about the guitar amp buzzing dark electric fuzz of the madness sparked coming off psychmeds we lack poems...

The Day I Became Schizophrenic

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Schizophrenia, to me, is nothing more than a word. All it really means is that you experience psychosis on a regular enough basis that it’s a factor in your life. And that you actually do, as the word “schizophrenia” indicates, have a mind that you share with some sort of outside presence.

An Ode Against “Recovery” by Rebecca Donaldson

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An Ode Against “Recovery”: Flourishing After Childhood Trauma by Rebecca Donaldson I remember when a therapist of mine once told me I could “recover.” The...

Passing by Fred Pelka

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"You don’t want to check this box like that." The kid doesn’t have to look down to know which box the man means. Standing before the...

Doctor Do-Little by Eva Buchholz

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

I Am Not Your Pejorative Label 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...

incantation (Gleaning the Truth/Torching the Rest) by Jacquese Armstrong

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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...

Jump Start by Jyl Anais

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

Lady Yellow, Lady Blue by Brighid Aime

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2am is a bipolar blessing. On the one hand, Her clock ticks, waking worlds away. On the other… Dreams tattoo pulses of heart, Maneuvered by her beaten, brush stroking...

Bedridden by Joey Marino

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I can remember certain feelings, but I can’t feel very well. I can’t hold someone’s hand because my hands over grip. They squeeze very hard....

The Great Experiment by Barbara Summers

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"Dear Mum, Looks like the dizziness I was having and rainbow vision is something worse than "Silent Migraines", I may have to have an operation....

A Mad Poem about Mad Poetry (by a Mad Poet)

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Verse! Wild! Let it be wild and uncontrolled! Consider not whether it passes muster In the logic-schools, Or marks time with the monotonous regularity Of clopping hooves of horses...

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....

Scars by Marlowe Dickens

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Once I had a dream, I awoke in a Hospital bed with my family and friends all around me. My wrists were bound in bandages And they...

Vultures’ Wake by Karen Marker

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1 They’d seen it all, their wings tips touching like piano keys played together – so many suicides born from the house where Nana’s china dolls sat on...

Suicide by Nicola Clare

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An ode to the ‘failed’ attempts Suicide. Even the word is evocative And provocative Charged with emotion and energy, Memories And thoughts of what was and what could have been Had...

A bipolar perspectivist poem by Andrea Grey

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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...

Time machine by Hussein Hammoud

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One day I got so smart that I built my own time machine. Right away I went back and un-kissed the girl who broke...

To Live and (Almost) Die in L.A.: A Survivor’s Tale

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After 25 years of chronic emergency, 22 mental hospitalizations, a stint at a “community mental health center,” 13 years in a "board & care," repeated withdrawals from addictions to legal drugs, and a 12-year marriage, I plan to live every last breath out as a survivor, an advocate, and an artist.