Poetry

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...

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.

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...

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,...

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

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,

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...

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

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...

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

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.

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

“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....

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

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

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

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.”

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...

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.    

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,

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...

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

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...

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