A Blessing for Those Who Have No Choice by Carlene Hill Byron
Peace to those
who are not safe
whose locked doors do not hold
whose words are given no meaning
but are taken for authority
to smash and enter and...
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...
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...
I Mistook Myself for a Scientific Label by Dr. Peter Gordon
This is neither fact, nor expert advice: I am an artist, a poet, and all that may be in-between.
This is neither fact, nor expert advice: Specialisms are making nonsense of sense.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
olfarms arent conscious by Chat Vanille
olfarmed meta bank
och vita viner
in a stable
with cold men
and piss
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Psychiatry Gave Me PTSD by Nicola Clare
Psychiatry gave me PTSD.
Psychiatry gave me PTSD
A silhouette now
Or a hologram
Wedged between sheets of sound
Proof, somehow
Shatter proof glass
Stuck
For an eternity; cast,
A mad ranting lunatic!
Labels...
Psychiatry by Jenny
Sighted through your pinhole spectacles: the mystery of consciousness; the timid eccentricity of suffering.
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...
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...
Insulin Shock Therapy by Dana Henry Martin
I hear the music again. It’s my mother
singing through the clay earth
from her grave the way she sang
from her bed at the asylum
until they...
TRUE STORY by Jasmine Marshall
i went to the gym the other day and got hit on by a man over twice my age he asked me about my...
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...
When the Lunatics Arise by Bonnie Schell
“It is the very error of the moon. She comes more near the earth than she was wont. And makes men mad.” - Shakespeare,...
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...
Credo by Sarah Walker
A statement about grief, art, existence and “madness”
Vultures’ Wake by Karen Marker
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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...
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...
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.
