An American SHAMe by Marci Webber

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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.

Poetry by Kris

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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...

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...

Third Eye by Katarina Bucic

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A secret city exists in your mind, where left brain and right brain bind. In the center of your eyes, but hidden behind, where your consciousness is aligned. The source of awareness for mankind

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,

Blossom by Ashleigh

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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...

My Journey: On and Off Psychotropic Drugs by Jane Kotze

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Before this slippery slope, I wasn’t the quietest, I was just eighteen, when I saw a psychiatrist. Much had happened, for my soul to aggravate, For pseudoscience,...

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.

Broken Down Hallways by Abby Abbott

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Battered and bloody locked up locked down in your broken down hallway “where is the exit?” I ask “Its in your hand” says the nurse “the little yellow pill” “Take it...

Death Valley Dreaming by Laura Smith-Riva

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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.

Fuck You by T.O. Walker

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

The Killing of Susan Kelly by Dorothy Dundas

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The dark-suited man slithered, Shock box in hand, To our bedsides, four girls, innocent, naked, Waiting….waiting….waiting, Sticky-headed, One by one.

I Will Fight for You by Atara Schimmel

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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

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....

Word Salad, or You’re a Fool, Doctor, and an Insult to My Intelligence by...

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I found meaning where it was all along in the living of this moment the breathing of this breath the pictures in my mind in my view of the world

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

Wasted by Darcey Ewing-Segers

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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

A Therapeutic Environment by Ann Bracken

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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.”

Look Deeper by Craig Wagner

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At times my vision is shallow and short-sighted as I see my loved-one cope with the challenges we label mental illness. At times through shallow eyes I see a future stunted, my loved-one's possibilities not fully realized.  ...But then I look deeper. ...There I see unnecessary expectations created by me, held by me, and fully releasable by ...........me.    

So Who’s Mad, Then? by Richard Plowden

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Mad Maddy, I greet you again and say hello On yet another fine day In England in mid-December! May our darling Greta Be spared such summery sun Up north in...
A painting of a fairy with butterfly wings on a bright blue, green and purple background

She Flies With a Broken Wing by Robin Edwards

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She flies with a broken wing looking for a branch to rest on Somewhere safe to lay her head waiting for the warmth of dawn, She knows the branch that welcomes her even in the dark She’s nestled there many times to rest her weary heart,

A Poem for Lovers of the DSM by Rebecca Donaldson

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And what is healing? Chiseling. Chipping. Picking. Smearing and rubbing off the grime. The gunk. The graffiti I no longer wish to wear. To hear. To feel in my left foot. Raised shoulder. Waist...

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

Satan’s Shadow by Adam Slosberg

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It is a beautiful day. The Sun is out; not a cloud in the sky. Yet I am in the Depths of Darkness where...

Hearts Are Meant to be Fed Love, Not latrogenic Harm 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...