Your Chemical Embrace by Anonymous

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Didn't know I was in trouble, When I fell into, Your chemical embrace, But now I can see, When is all said and done, You’re a chemical disgrace

Untitled Short Story by Jill Donnell

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In the deep dark forest lived many animals and plants, trees and mountain cliffs and trails. There once was a ranger and his wife...

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...

Darling Girl by Hannah E

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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...

Bazooka Joe at the Shoe Store by Zak Mucha

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Walking past a construction site and through the creosote cloud of a childhood shoe store, a kid embarrassed by the clerk’s gift of a hard square of...

The Impasse by Devin S. Turk

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Some say I am explaining the anti-psychiatry movement to my psychiatrist, but I can only tell you: On the kitchen stove a tea kettle is screaming and no one is...

A Sweet Nothing for a Melancholic by Timothy Hamilton

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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...

Transform by Ashleigh

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

Threshold by Julie Bradley

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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...

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....

Fire by Kate

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

The centipede (peace on Earth) by Jeremy Nathan Marks

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In a basement classroom paid for by the leftovers from a public budget an instructor teaches refugees English she says her first tongue is pidgin and laughs like...

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...

I WON by Atara Schimmel

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

Dear Doctor (Unsent Letters) by Rose Y.

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Dear Doctor, Can we please rewind, slip back in time? To the first time that we spoke. You say you don’t remember me It’s no trouble, Let’s refresh your memory I’m...

25 Years of Consciousness, and They Still Haven’t Cured My Suffering by Sarah Myers

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After I went to the Association for the Scientific Study of Consciousness conference this weekend, I sat down with all the consciousness researchers to...

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...

The Greatest Pain of All by Sandy Lunøe

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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...

I need to be loved by Shula Ben-Daat Alperovitch

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I need to be loved, As a child, Who will never be left, I need to be loved as a woman, There's an empty hole, In my heart that needs to be filled

On the verge of suicide by Rick Barooah

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These are the last breaths you take; these are the last blood cells to rush through your veins. The walls of the room are the...

It is January 20th by Jessica Lowell Mason

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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,

So long as we can say by Julia Hoeffler Welton

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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...

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...

Secure Attachment Is a Privilege by Rebecca Donaldson

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Having an internal working model of secure attachment from childhood is a privilege. Yes, it’s a privilege.  It’s a privilege to not carry this hole. It’s a privilege to feel you truly know who you are.

Considering Harry by Tom Todd

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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...