The Autistic Person Speaks Out by Richard Plowden
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...
Bipolar by Shermin Lee
If your life's been touched by mental illness
Know that depression is a type of stillness
A state of deep rest, if you will
A time for...
Fractured Soul Factory by K.G. Munro
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...
Self-Care For Dummies by Jill M. Talbot
Seek comfort where you can, even if it's in a dumpster
Have someone explain it to you like you're a toddler
Read more on ways you...
Shattered by Alan Moster
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
He shattered in pieces
Then trauma ensued
So we called several healers
Who claimed that they knew
They...
Scars by Marlowe Dickens
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...
Dearest Doctor by Brighid Aime
Dearest Doctor #2, don't dollop me in shame (or throw me a death sentence for that matter).
Don't tell me I need to be happy...
Untitled by Anthony Diliberti
I’ll sit here in this desperate chair thinking tainted thoughts. I’ll cultivate anger and contempt for all that has been lost. My mind is...
The Shadows by Hannah E
I’ve lived a life of deep pain, sorrow and suffering. I’ve lived a life of light with the capacity to shine at every angle...
25 Years of Consciousness, and They Still Haven’t Cured My Suffering by Sarah Myers
After I went to the Association for the Scientific Study of Consciousness conference this weekend, I sat down with all the consciousness researchers to...
olfarms arent conscious by Chat Vanille
olfarmed meta bank
och vita viner
in a stable
with cold men
and piss
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Back to Poetry Galley
Mabon Down by Valerie Moran-Clark
It was about this crisp
And with skinning wind
That skies narrowed
Darker with quickening clouds
Vampires did all surround
Shadows ever inkier grew
And leapt off the page
Separating me...
Psychiatry by Jenny
Sighted through your pinhole spectacles: the mystery of consciousness; the timid eccentricity of suffering.
THEY WHO CANNOT SAY by Bunny
I didn’t realise I was leaving till I was already gone.
A strange face in the mirror.
Stupid creature.
And what good are you now to anyone?
Seeking...
Credo by Sarah Walker
A statement about grief, art, existence and “madness”
How to Be a Mad Poet by Gregory Luce
How to Be a Mad Poet
First, be mad.
Then own it.
Breathe in the anxiety,
use it as fuel.
You might have to lie down
and breathe through the...
So long as we can say by Julia Hoeffler Welton
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...
The Price You Pay by Anonymous
If you have never dropped out of school for mental health reasons,
you probably won’t cry tears of joy on the car ride over to...
Quite Insane by Laurie Corzett
I am quite insane, I speak in rhyme that often doesn't, expecting to find reason. I live in a world of ritual and season.
Let’s Talk by Howard Kaplan
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...
Bazooka Joe at the Shoe Store by Zak Mucha
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...
I Wish I Were by Ken Segal
I wish I were....
I wish I were a dolphin, just a-swimming in the sea,
I would swim and fish forever, a happy swimmer I would...
Tragic Comedy by Navratra
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...
The Malingerer Goes To the Movies by Scott Norman Rosenthal
“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...
I need to be loved by Shula Ben-Daat Alperovitch
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
