Mosquito Mind by Adele Leahy

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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...

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,...

The Art Forger by Larry Lefkowitz

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Fogarty's life changed when he discovered Daniel. Daniel had realized he would never be more than a so-so painter, but he discovered he had...

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 Great Experiment by Barbara Summers

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"Dear Mum, Looks like the dizziness I was having and rainbow vision is something worse than "Silent Migraines", I may have to have an operation....

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...

VAMPIRE RACEHORSE by Erica Loberg

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When I think about a 24-hour day I know I am going to have ongoing obsessional thoughts coupled with observations that constantly spring forth in my mind all throughout the daylight. It’s like...

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...

Dear Doctor by Carley T.

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Dear Doctor, No breath left in my body I'm writing, trying to think Something which doesn't speak Of the craziness I see inside Tap tap tap I can hear...

Unbeloved by Anonymous

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In a bid for peace Silence was key I hated the the role He forced on me No longer a child I was deemed as property A beast that Needed to...

Tragic Comedy by Navratra

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Whenever I do something good, my mother says, I am just like her, my father says, I am just like him They feel so proud on themselves and start loving...

On Becoming a Butterfly by Michael Robin

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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...

The Malingerer Goes To the Movies by Scott Norman Rosenthal

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“The Malingerer Goes to the Movies,” (a Dis-Ability Coming-Out poem, for Colin Kempner, and Judith Wright) 1. You’re sitting there, and it's getting harder to breathe. It feels as if...

Scars by Marlowe Dickens

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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...

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...

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...

American Dream by Adam Coale

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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?...

25 Years of Consciousness, and They Still Haven’t Cured My Suffering by Sarah Myers

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After I went to the Association for the Scientific Study of Consciousness conference this weekend, I sat down with all the consciousness researchers to...

Bazooka Joe at the Shoe Store by Zak Mucha

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Walking past a construction site and through the creosote cloud of a childhood shoe store, a kid embarrassed by the clerk’s gift of a hard square of...

To My New Shrink by M.J. Hudson

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A schizo still causing a commotion long after being corrected by the law, I, a jaded boozer, long unemployed, after waking where madmen drown waiting for a fair...

Subhuman Schizo Sonnet by M.J. Hudson

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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...

Untitled by Louise

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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...

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,...

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...

Vultures’ Wake by Karen Marker

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1 They’d seen it all, their wings tips touching like piano keys played together – so many suicides born from the house where Nana’s china dolls sat on...