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...
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...
Survive by Cyndi Schlieger
Running wouldn't help you'd still be yourself. So much noise inside that mind. The never ending urge to flee as if a change of...
Paradoxical Reaction by J Ian
Open up your jaw, In such and such. A serpentine fashion. Blue pill awaits. Your trembling mouth.
The degree of love: Six semesters and the Convocation Day by Navratra
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...
Letting Go by Ashleigh
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.
Losing You by Alshaad Kara
If destiny had a choice,
Sufferings would not be chosen
Yet the pain is a consistent
Dream that refuses to elope
With the night.
Strength comes from weakness
Blossoming as...
The labels… by Clare-Star Knighton
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!
Madness, Beauty, Love by Laurenne Kredentser
There’s a beauty in madness
That most will never understand
A love that opens up your heart
To those you never met, never knew, never saw before.
And...
From Maggie’s Love to IDHS Hell by Marci Webber
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...
Unknown Restlessness by Aisha Momin
So there is an energy surge
Which is an emerge
Maybe it is from the submerge ?
Getting cleansed by purge
That's why I had an urge
But I...
Poetry By Ken Segal
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...
Hard of Hearing by Francis Fernandes
I kept telling her that Carsten Dahl
is not Carson Dyle for the obvious reason
the former doodles Danish bebop
on the piano with a sort of...
Everything is Tammy by Ms. Dangerfield
Me alive apparently - not sure.
Jonah potential danger Dr. Ivorchuck is being paged.
That's Shawn's voice. Dr. Oram- or him? I might have HIV so...
Do Not Swallow the Pill by Anonymous
Do not swallow the pill, This condensed mass of powder That the world has convinced you Will “fix” you, your “problematic” self My darling, you are not broken You are not lost, you are not crumpled You are merely a being living In a society, in a culture That you were never meant to be forced into
Poetry by Kris
All is the self
The world where it is felt
What’s around what’s within
Simple the mind of which integrates
let be without
To listen when it is loud
Less...
“Seniors” Rant by Don Weitz
A rant dedicated to all “seniors” in geriatric wards and nursing homes
we’re sick we’re stuck we’re fucked
we’re labelled we’re libelled
“demented” “incompetent”
Too by Monica Khadijah Davies
My nose is too long
My hands are too big
My feet have grown
You see they did
My belly is fat
My tits are small
My legs are lean
I...
Word Salad, or You’re a Fool, Doctor, and an Insult to My Intelligence by...
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
Time machine by Hussein Hammoud
One day I got so smart that I built my own time machine. Right away I went back and un-kissed the girl who broke...
Doctor Do-Little by Eva Buchholz
Why little? Belittle? Do little? Do little harm! I'm wishing for a doctor who does little Little enough Enough little little
Antichrist Priest by David Penner
“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.”
Wasted by Darcey Ewing-Segers
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