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.
The Shadows by Hannah E
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...
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,
Credo by Sarah Walker
A statement about grief, art, existence and “madness”
Algorithm Poem #1 by Steven T. Licardi
There’s got to be an algorithm
to determine
the precise number of physicians
you need to visit
before you become little more
than a heap of diagnoses
imprisoned
in manilla envelopes
stacked
to...
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...
Black Dog by Tel S.
I keep seeing a black dog next to me.
Will this chase me all my life?
The dog, the needles, the pills, the razors, the knives?
The...
Subhuman Schizo Sonnet by M.J. Hudson
O feeling like a nigger denied the vote,
the brain behind my radical commotion
being coercively treated by the state,
I, torn out to where some schizos...
THEY WHO CANNOT SAY by Bunny
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...
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...
Everything is Tammy by Ms. Dangerfield
Me alive apparently - not sure.
Jonah potential danger Dr. Ivorchuck is being paged.
That's Shawn's voice. Dr. Oram- or him? I might have HIV so...
self-portrait as frankenstein’s monster by Jasmine Marshall
self-portrait as frankenstein’s monster
we are mortal beings.
you can’t destigmatize a condition constructed on a foundation of bigotry.
environmental stimulus incites evolutionary response: emotion, nature’s behavior-motivation...
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...
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...
metamorphosis by Lazlo Taboli
development is hardly accurate for what has happened to me
no, it's more of a transformation
and there is still something in me that needs to...
October 1st, 2020 by Hannah E
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....
olfarms arent conscious by Chat Vanille
olfarmed meta bank
och vita viner
in a stable
with cold men
and piss
****
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Psychiatry Gave Me PTSD by Nicola Clare
Psychiatry gave me PTSD.
Psychiatry gave me PTSD
A silhouette now
Or a hologram
Wedged between sheets of sound
Proof, somehow
Shatter proof glass
Stuck
For an eternity; cast,
A mad ranting lunatic!
Labels...
Untitled by Louise
I can't cope with living anymore
Leaving for good should be a choice
Should be empty of moral guilt
I'll never get over my Mom's passing
I'll never...
How to Be a Mad Poet by Gregory Luce
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...
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...
Untitled Short Story by Jill Donnell
In the deep dark forest lived many animals and plants, trees and mountain cliffs and trails. There once was a ranger and his wife...
I Am Not Your Pejorative Label by Rebecca Donaldson
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...
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...
I WON by Atara Schimmel
i attended your funeral today
in fact i was
the
one
yes, won
that organized it
