Rub My Feet by Rod McDonald
Your big toe gave you away.
It wiggled and that meant
foot rub please, Dad.
Your eyes were closed,
but I could feel the vibes
all the way from...
Threshold by Julie Bradley
At a threshold in consciousness
an opening unknown, yet sensed as vaguely familiar
and here now
intense fear arising – cold chill, sweating palms, pounding heart—
ego in...
FOR OVER 27 YEARS NOW by Adam Slosberg
And so, a new morning begins. The same way. Every day. For over 27 years now.
Fear. Fear the police will break down my door....
My Mood as Room by Calvin May
I suffocate in the heat of my pitch black room.
I cannot find the door.
And cut my feet on the broken glass strewn
All over the...
incantation (Gleaning the Truth/Torching the Rest) by Jacquese Armstrong
trees
stark and barren used to upset me
i knew how they felt standing naked
before a mocking world waiting for a season
to cover the indiscretions of...
olfarms arent conscious by Chat Vanille
olfarmed meta bank
och vita viner
in a stable
with cold men
and piss
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don’t let another summer by Ivory Kaufman
don’t let the trees bloom green again
while I lie drugged and still in bed
don’t let the world explode with color
while I see only gray...
Record Keeping by Karen Adler
And if you come to me all innocent and forlorn
all regretful and torn
between the rightery and the wrongery
gathered in your multitudes
in that field of...
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...
Poem Without a Title by Richard Plowden
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...
Hope For The Mentally Ill by Richard Plowden
How long does it take to totally change your life?
One instant.
How long does it take to turn hatred into love?
One instant.
How long does it...
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...
October 1st, 2020 by Hannah E
Today I am 27.
I spent many years of my life in a very dark place. I spent many years suffering without truly understanding why....
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...
A Middle Finger to Oppression and DBT by Rebecca Donaldson
She (my psychologist) didn’t like me, and I don’t know why
I guess it’s not okay to wish to die
I was told by society I...
ptsd as a failure to punctuate by Timothy Hamilton
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...
How to Escape by Lincoln Barr
Born with a pain I struggled to define
I bore your secrets up and down my spine
I pressed my tender back against the pew
But there...
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...
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...
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...
My Veterans Benefits Were Denied Because My Military Job “Did Not Exist” And The...
“Section 23a of your Form DD-214 lists your military occupational specialty as ‘EXP,’ the letter from the VA said. “That occupation does not exist....
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 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...
War in Utopia by Anonymous
the sanest of men are here
they are not carrying weapons
even if they fight against
ticking dynamite
no gunshells against people who walk on eggshells
they have pens...
A Poem for Lovers of the DSM by Rebecca Donaldson
And what is healing?
Chiseling.
Chipping.
Picking.
Smearing and rubbing off the grime.
The gunk.
The graffiti I no longer wish to wear.
To hear.
To feel in my left foot.
Raised shoulder.
Waist...
