I WON by Atara Schimmel
i attended your funeral today
in fact i was
the
one
yes, won
that organized it
I Will Fight for You by Atara Schimmel
she
is the one
that i want
the one that
i love
she fights
for justice
like a wild cat
fighting for her cub
fangs and claws
because freedom is everything
Psychotic Akathisia by Marci Webber
This thing that stirs canāt be overcome.
It starts like a steady, aching hum
The labels… by Clare-Star Knighton
Iām peeling off the labels, The adjustment disorders, the bipolar disorder,
Iām peeling off the labels, the borderline - the avoidant - the emotionally unstable personality disorders.
Iām peeling off the labels, to find ME, MEEEE thatās hidden.under.all.these.labels!
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.
The Greatest Pain of All by Sandy LunĆøe
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...
Statistics for the Social Sciences by Miriam Barr
I had this idea I could join the system
and change it from the inside
but you canāt join the system
and not join the system
Credo by Sarah Walker
A statement about grief, art, existence and āmadnessā
Jump Start by Jyl Anais
The professionals act like the theft of half my life was no big deal because they didn't mean 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.
A Therapeutic Environment by Ann Bracken
I bring a small basket of flowers for my friend in the psych unit, the nurse buzzes me in. She silently yanks the plastic card-holder, then chides me, It has a pointy end. My friend tells me later, āNo one gets flowers here.ā
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
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
Fuck You by T.O. Walker
I won't be The right type Of victim. I won't be the Quiet type Of victim.
Blossom by Ashleigh
To be beautiful.
What is that?
What does that mean?
Size two, toned, tan, and ready and waiting
Ready for what?
Waiting for who?
The prince charming promised in all...
Transform by Ashleigh
Fear is running our lives. Fear of being different. Fear of being inadequate. Fear of being not good enough.
Death Valley Dreaming by Laura Smith-Riva
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.
Fire by Kate
With dust of revenge, nabbed Light up the night The windows will ignite the world Because the poets will come back
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.
Breaking News by JayJay Conrad
Do you remember the first time you were told you were Broken, by a man with a clipboard and argyle tie?
Propylene Glycol by JayJay Conrad
. . .And again: how it feels to be afterthought, embodied scribble in the Margin, and again the void of logistics. It just is.
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
Psychiatry by Jenny
Sighted through your pinhole spectacles: the mystery of consciousness; the timid eccentricity of suffering.
Instead of a Label by Sharon Mogelberg Bull
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
The Chant of the Psychiatrist by Sheldon Carruthers
A voice echoes in my mind, I need to rehabilitate mankind, I need to contain the schizophrenic, with drugs powerful and eugenic
