olfarms arent conscious by Chat Vanille
olfarmed meta bank
och vita viner
in a stable
with cold men
and piss
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Subhuman Schizo Sonnet by M.J. Hudson
O feeling like a nigger denied the vote,
the brain behind my radical commotion
being coercively treated by the state,
I, torn out to where some schizos...
Dear Doctor by Carley T.
Dear Doctor,
No breath left in my body
I'm writing, trying to think
Something which doesn't speak
Of the craziness I see inside
Tap tap tap I can hear...
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...
To My New Shrink by M.J. Hudson
A schizo still causing a commotion
long after being corrected by the law,
I, a jaded boozer, long unemployed,
after waking where madmen drown
waiting for a fair...
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...
Fire by Kate
With dust of revenge, nabbed Light up the night The windows will ignite the world Because the poets will come back
A bipolar perspectivist poem by Andrea Grey
one day we may all come to see
that the way I treat you, I treat me it’s disguised from our eyes
and operates energetically
we don’t...
Broken Down Hallways by Abby Abbott
Battered and bloody
locked up
locked down
in your broken down hallway
“where is the exit?” I ask
“Its in your hand” says the nurse
“the little yellow pill”
“Take it...
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...
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...
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...
