Mental Poems - Poems about Mental

* death is a process of many stages, and dementia can be one of the ugliest … Dad taught me many lessons in life, and he fought to the last to retain what sensibilities he...Read the rest...

I see the way your body dances through the halls of our home, how dirty you are. dirty little girl. My teacher said this is not what we do. Mom tells me this is bad. They’re wrong....Read the rest...

it was cold, yet hot, a fever. i am surprised, as though I didn't fill myself with poison just the night before. my arm is taped down, attached to an iv, four pouches of medication seep into my veins it burns, yet any...Read the rest...

In the quiet hush of the night's embrace, Where shadows dance and memories trace, I find myself lost in thoughts of you, Wondering if you feel it too. If your silence lingers, a subtle plea, A...Read the rest...

I wish I had a remote to control my thoughts It would be great to change the volume, mute or source If only I could change the negative thoughts channel to the sports channel. Or even change...Read the rest...

The ghosts never attack. They never leave either. They just steal all my favorite snacks. They leave crumbs, and I sweep all day. When I close the panty, I worry. When I open the pantry, I’m mesmerized. My mom wonders about...Read the rest...

life the main blessing despite pain, grief or stressing seems worth professing what we haven't got drives many human's sub-plot until being caught unthinking chatter caustic words maim and batter reactions matter may not bring relief to become what we believe ethos can deceive immense sense of...Read the rest...

Shaking like soda It plunges my heart with claws Assaults with its fist...Read the rest...

She turns sixteen one cold December clime He strings dissembling lover’s thorns so girthed The sprouts of pristine virtue split by crime The core is sore, this shriveled Rose is birthed Though frigid Rose, she seeks to now resorb In...Read the rest...

It was raining. I thought I’d wait it out. I tuned the engine on to help. Still in place, but the engine rumbles. Flipping through the stations. Music, static, music. Cloying sounds, I’m used to it. It’s only a drizzle now. I turn...Read the rest...

not grounding mentality in bounds of reality vows turn unverifiable truth becoming pliable judgments unreliable when the working of our brain leads toward being less sane few usually agree about structure of life's key existence is that which is beyond schemes in sales pitches theories...Read the rest...

I want to rip my face off. I pinch and poke in hopes of leaving a clean flattened surface. I long for my skin to smooth out. I assure myself I am aware of what...Read the rest...

I continue staring at the wall. If spiders started spilling out of that crack. I don’t think I’d move. My mom thinks I’m weird. I hadn’t spoken for hours but there’s still echoes down here. I could hear her. Coming down...Read the rest...

Windows that aren’t real windows. Outside is fake too. The fence is real though, I tried. Crayons aren’t sharp. But maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. They turn the phones off at this time. And force us outdoors. But it’s just...Read the rest...

How can they say silence has no sound? Make it go away. Floor-felled, right ear pressed to the phone, cowering in a quarry of quiet between coffee table and couch. Yes, I tell her, yes I can hear. Fingers in ears,...Read the rest...