Mental Illness Poems | Examples of Mental Illness Poetry

Like a dust that has been blown away If I only had the chance to really say But I can only stand on the dock of a bay Within this soul there is a empty world inside With no one near or anybody far Not even a single wound or a mere scar No love, hate or pride Just a place where...

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I have nothing to live for. I have nothing to die for. If I die today, it will be nothing If I live today, it will be for nothing...

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Deja Vu. Turns around with you. Double vision turns to a single fiber. Which grapples with you. Deja Vu. We count on this feeling. Spin around like a speck of nothing. Try to count again. Deja Vu. Deja Vu. Lasts as long as outer space. Brings outer space into our view. When we try to pick...

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I. THE WANDERING I was born with a life that bled— a seafloor womb dragging tides of fern and marigold char The priests brought saffron and fear crowning me with diagnosis They said: She is too empty They said: Fill her with figs with seed with stillness They said: Her belly speaks too loud Mute her O Plato old patriarch of phantoms my body was no beast— just prophecy you never learned...

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The world drones on, beyond this amber membrane I recline within the waxen chambers— a sovereign of nectar enthroned in illusion Muffled voices leak through honey walls distorted—like speech submerged in syrup: “Gone… her mind distills itself… hallucinations… delusional constructs…” I attempt to see— but the hum begins, low as a beast dreaming in its burrow. My votaries rise, spilling gold into my gaze Sweet venom varnishes my sight— my...

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The wheels of the chaotic times churn for them the sands of crushed dreams in the desert of desiccated life, settling frenzied on the unstratified fragile structure of the disorganized dunes of desolate existence. The sequestered moments of distressed awareness, drift the dust of disarray to the foyer of failed being. The truth of trustful conviction...

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They say you never leave the house. It’s a ghostly feeling by the tv. When you live somewhere and hate it for no reason? Remembering again and deflating. And you’re getting cereal again. And you’re getting things from places all the time. Whirling. They say you never leave the house. That’s all it is. They say...

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The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane. ~ Nikola Tesla nights are dark and long and those who come only to wheedle me into eating, or drinking, or brushing my hair coddle and coo yet bear knife and needle to prepare my mind...

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Lying still, in a dark room. It’s easy to sink into it. Let myself deflate. The room gets darker endlessly. If I step off this bed, The sounds will turn back on. So my eyes stay closed. As my toes move slightly. Don’t lie in a contorted way. Or the sounds will figure it out....

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I have no sense of time, the pride from my accomplishments is as null as the concept of permanence, besides the fog — seeping into my mind as deep as the proverbial soul within me. in the mist of what is left of myself, the only depth i can catch...

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My old jeans menacing. Gold jewelry too. I have to feel the weird belt around my waist. And the bracelet that appeared somehow. Socks drying off. Changing color too. Nothing is as blue as a T-shirt. That has a tragic stain. I have to eat taco soup. Just ground beef and broth. A horrible thing....

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Great T-rumposaurus meanus! Adolph and Don share a genus With teensy wiener Was Hitler meaner Or Trump with his weeny p-e-n-i-s?...

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False Spiritualities Our age is full of spiritual criminals “I teach you!” I will show you the way!” Yes, they will help. Of course. For money People want to find the way. The way out Why? People are fearing. Hmm. Future Yes. But maybe too late, the gate is closed Then came the help! The spiritual teachers! “I teach you practices, knowing, meditations!” They...

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so harrowing, life journey from radiant light to pitch-darkness - quote by poet. a (groaning) dread nobody deserves to muddle through, day after day; the loss of a spouse ...

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Death is to be my great enemy For in living I am to be The friend of life, and put to death That force that longs to steal my breath— Away! — away that hallowed hollow grave My ally, the stone that bears my name The one, oh would that I could fill That hole, that bowl of earth To swallow me down...

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