Unknown Restlessness by Aisha Momin
So there is an energy surge
Which is an emerge
Maybe it is from the submerge ?
Getting cleansed by purge
That's why I had an urge
But I...
American Dream by Adam Coale
Sad, mad & feeling so defeated..
From this life long ago I retreated..
I long to come back ..
I long to start fresh…
A new day maybe?...
See Your Ancestors Smile by J.H.
As we lie together
Worlds apart
Seek shelter
With me.
Weave your
Stolen freedom
Into a new dream;
Between skipped
Heartbeats,
Show me
A world burning
Only with
Your fire.
My sweet sublimity,
Take hold of this
Outstretched hand...
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
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.
The Parasite Within by Rhiannon Chianese
I claw and climb into your head,
Controlling your thoughts until I am fed.
With a drink or a drug, I will be seized.
With a drink...
Bipolar by Shermin Lee
If your life's been touched by mental illness
Know that depression is a type of stillness
A state of deep rest, if you will
A time for...
Your Versions by Tom Todd
I’d like to work with you.
To appreciate your versions.
And not to have to defend myself
Against them.
Please let your version of treating me
Incorporate ideas of...
25 Years of Consciousness, and They Still Haven’t Cured My Suffering by Sarah Myers
After I went to the Association for the Scientific Study of Consciousness conference this weekend, I sat down with all the consciousness researchers to...
Lady Yellow, Lady Blue by Brighid Aime
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...
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
On Becoming a Butterfly by Michael Robin
On Becoming a Butterfly
Little did I know,
the end was just the beginning
Like the caterpillar,
I shed my old skin as if I was supposed to...
What if We All Became Preachers? by Laurenne Kredentser
What if we all became preachers?
Us madfolk
Who’ve been locked up, lobotomized, and drugged into a living death
Who’ve been tied to trees and left to...
The Autistic Person Speaks Out by Richard Plowden
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...
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.
Moonlight Mystery by Jason Aull
Lively do the shadows play
Within the darkened lonely way
Few dare tread along the deep
Where hatreds children play with sleep
Rage and laughter fill the day
As...
Mosquito Mind by Adele Leahy
I question am I the only one?
With an unkind mosquito mind.
My mental health is a sham.
As I abhor who I am.
My pseudo happiness, pretending...
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...
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
Scars by Marlowe Dickens
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...
Poems Needed by Daniel Hanrahan
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...
“Seniors” Rant by Don Weitz
A rant dedicated to all “seniors” in geriatric wards and nursing homes
we’re sick    we’re stuck    we’re fucked
we’re labelled    we’re libelled
“demented”     “incompetent”
Vacant House by Tara Rae Behr
I never knew what it was like—-to inhabit my body.
I was always
inhabiting
others bodies in my body
since the cave opened and my heart beheld the...
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...
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...
