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

ptsd as a failure to punctuate by Timothy Hamilton

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a fresh blister peeled on an ant across the street stomping off in anger with no where to go looks to long familiar signs with names written the same to...

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...

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.

Silent Conflict by Cyndi

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You never wanted to be the girl who cried wolf. How selfish it is to tell someone about the beast you hold inside when...

Quandries of Perpetual Dischord by Elizabeth Moroz

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Permanent irreversible Attatchment disorder A lemonade stand at the Mexican Border A traumatised disorganised old lady hoarder The incriminating evidence on an old tape recorder Elements of...

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.

Let’s Talk by Howard Kaplan

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I'm right there with you so, let's talk, in a way. We can start by talking to the air, since you and I can’t be here or...

The Argives Unmedicated by David Penner

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And so Antilochus smote Echepolus, Thrusting a spear into his brain, the Trojan Gazing at the azure ether, then crashing Towards the dark; lunging at his foe,...

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...

Madness, Beauty, Love by Laurenne Kredentser

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There’s a beauty in madness That most will never understand A love that opens up your heart To those you never met, never knew, never saw before. And...

Side Effects Include by Anonymous

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One day it all seems a little brighter, shoulders a little lighter, head a little higher. Was it the rain overnight, the smell of...

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...

Psychiatry by Jenny

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Sighted through your pinhole spectacles: the mystery of consciousness; the timid eccentricity of suffering.

Meditations in the Garden of Good and Evil by John-Arthur Ingram

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October 15th 3:54am Holiday Inn Express Room 321 or 123 I. I am death. I am life. I am Satan. I am God. I am predator. I am...

olfarms arent conscious by Chat Vanille

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olfarmed meta bank och vita viner in a stable with cold men and piss **** Back to Poetry Galley

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.    

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...

When I Was Indifferent by Timothy Hamilton

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When I was indifferent, Life was easier. Day followed day. Beans from a can, Fresh Asian noodles I once loved, Sunny delicate spring days, Grey clouds and tedious half-hearted...

A Different Path In The Same Woods by Moth Gorman

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it was a different year and i woke up in the same woods i was in before it was the quietest calm like i had cried...

What if We All Became Preachers? by Laurenne Kredentser

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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...
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 Mad Poem about Mad Poetry (by a Mad Poet)

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Verse! Wild! Let it be wild and uncontrolled! Consider not whether it passes muster In the logic-schools, Or marks time with the monotonous regularity Of clopping hooves of horses...

Fractured Soul Factory by K.G. Munro

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Many of us are broken before we can even see the cracks As we walk blindly through life Enduring the fear and hatred that we are steeped in...

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