The Impasse by Devin S. Turk

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Some say I am explaining the anti-psychiatry movement to my psychiatrist, but I can only tell you: On the kitchen stove a tea kettle is screaming and no one is...

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.

Statistics for the Social Sciences by Miriam Barr

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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

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.

Poem Without a Title by Richard Plowden

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Produce a bit, consume a bit. For economics you'll be fit. Produce, consume, and then just die. That's right, my friend, it's all a lie! Don't be the...

The degree of love: Six semesters and the Convocation Day by Navratra

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What if couples celebrate pose day instead of rose day? Teaching each other how to stand in front of the camera could be the best...

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

The labels… by Clare-Star Knighton

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I’m peeling off the labels, The adjustment disorders, the bipolar disorder, I’m peeling off the labels, the borderline - the avoidant - the emotionally unstable personality disorders. I’m peeling off the labels, to find ME, MEEEE that’s hidden.under.all.these.labels!

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...

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...

Instead of a Label by Sharon Mogelberg Bull

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Instead of calling me "mentally ill" Call me beautiful Instead of mentally ill call me capable, meaningful and real Call me mentally ill if you must but call me responsible

Mad Women by Rebecca Donaldson

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Mad women Sad women Neglected And not accepted Our experiences of child abuse and suicidal ideation can’t possibly be connected We are said to be “crazy, hysterical, and abnormal,” And...

So long as we can say by Julia Hoeffler Welton

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Out of the gas chamber Out of the closed ward Out of the shock room They come. Slowly, unfeeling, Unhearing, Unseeing They walk, or stumble, or crawl. Witnesses, liberators, Physicians, priests...

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...

Antichrist Priest by David Penner

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“You are sick. You are unwell,” said the man in the white coat. “No rational person believes 9/11 was an inside job. Alas, You are a very sick man, and we are going to make you well. We can cure you. We used to burn witches, yet we’ve grown more Sophisticated in our methods. Now we leave the body intact - but not The mind. Look at what we did to Julian. No one can escape us.”

The Autistic Person Speaks Out by Richard Plowden

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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...

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.

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...

An Ode Against “Recovery” by Rebecca Donaldson

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An Ode Against “Recovery”: Flourishing After Childhood Trauma by Rebecca Donaldson I remember when a therapist of mine once told me I could “recover.” The...

Letting Go by Ashleigh

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Let go, Of all that shit, That is holding you back. Let go of fear, Let go of uncertainty, Let go of anger, Let the unpredictable be just that, Unpredictable. Let go of your need for control of things you cannot control, Hold on to your truths.

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...

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

From Maggie’s Love to IDHS Hell by Marci Webber

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Love we shared with exquisite tenderness With the Dr’s scripts has long since vanished. They say it wasn’t my responsibility Not guilty because of acute insanity. Yet they...

Poetry By Ken Segal

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Inside my brain Inside my brain are pitch black bits, They cause me to forget. I got them many years ago, Do I hate them?  You bet! All sorts...

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