Mental Illness Poems | Examples of Mental Illness Poetry

A thousand bees never settling down, buzzed within his head. Their confused drone, into a ruffled rumble grew, lengthening into frenzied drum beats, taking the might of...

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Mara loves to steal from others A skill well learned with no druthers Paraphrase one word or two, Hoping no one has a clue Her poems formed from another's Mara cannot hide behind her word crime And pretending to, is a waste of time Poems and words can be traced, to a new plagiarism case She needs to stop and find a new pastime ...

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They spray perfume sometimes. It makes the screaming seem quieter. Everyone is reading a book or magazine. Until someone starts crying and bubbles of crying burst. They serve hot dogs, sometimes. I’m in the shower and it’s like I’m sitting down. Eyes closed, chewing. Eating through memories. They wash the sheets if you ask them to....

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I lived once in a land before the light where shadows ruled and terror was the king Sable dark did fall upon me every night and flittermouse did brush me with their wing. There was no day to shine away the fear so terror ruled, malignant, endless black; eyes closed or open, demons still appear and, as in life, to stab me...

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Lying in bed. Blankets. Imagining glass orbs. With fireflies inside. There’s people sleeping. Tracing skeleton thoughts. While lying around. Nothing. I like to write. About scraggly eyes and itchy grass. You have to eat. I do, and the thought of food is scrunched up in my mind. Pizza, but it’s made of bubble wrap. Burgers, but it’s a...

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Dissolve again. Into some puddle of oil. Sink, and sunken. Then turn into an oil painting. Dissolve again. Like a penny. I don’t think pennies ever dissolve. They just get dropped into the sewer sometimes. And no one looks for them. They turn into monsters. Dissolve again. Like gray. Gray just- Crunches underfoot. Stabs my feet. Until I get rid of...

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I’ve lived here my whole life. I work here. Wearing slippers to work. So fuzzy and nice. My manager is tearing through. Every word is nothing. Grappling at every pause. This room is dizzy. Computer keyboards. Pens and pencils. Typing for hours. And nothing goes my way. Printing out blank sheets of paper. Lunch. Open...

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So, "let it ***ing rain." "The death of us." Drowned in fire and ice. "Good knight" Carrie you broke my heart But, you, Crystal, shattered my heart, mind, and soul....

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Some days, too much is not enough. Other days, just enough is too much. What I used to do just to get my fix. Remembering that person who I used to be. That temporary reprieve. Lasting for what feels like only heartbeats. That temporary reprieve from physical, emotional ache. The bridges I’ve burned. The pain...

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I remember when your laughter Was a light across the floor— Sun spilling from your mouth, Feet dancing through the door. But now the house is quiet, And your eyes don’t meet mine. You sit, unmoving, breathing, Like a clock that lost its time. I nudge your hand in silence, Bring my leash, then bring it back, But you just stare through windows, Watching days fade...

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In this abyss, where senses fade, A labyrinth of fears, eyes stick to spade A choice self-made, a soul betrayed, In pale moonlight, a tearful price is paid Man without a shrine, longing for time, A barren altar, with no falter, heart in chains, Death’s embrace, leaves no trace, Echoes remain, whispering in pain. Silence. No more pain. In bleakest dreams, her face indiscernibly...

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Kensington spreads its legs— lets the city crawl in, dripping Xylazine / fentanyl / tranq, open sore veins moaning dirty dirges. False prophets— all piss and panic— bark half-lies through decaying molars, fingering apathy for spare change. You smell it five blocks before you enter. The stench tests your soul before it reaches your throat. Narcan. burnt spoons. street toilet. Dreams twitch under heat lamps— larval things too stubborn to die. Hope? Hope’s a half-smoked, laced Newport balanced...

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Insomnia By Evelyn Aimarie Sleep eludes me A winding serpent Iridescent and alluring In murky water. I grasp for her but her crow feather sheen black Scales glide through my fingers Like rough, cold, beautiful ink. Greased in memory- she slips. My mind is constructed, Carved by her teeth To mimic. Repeat Repeat Repeat. My mind is now of the same cloudy material, Broken pen...

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I didn’t do that. I didn’t mean to hurt you, you're too sensitive. I apologized, you seem to have forgotten. Apologize? Never. Running your mouth, carefree. Thinking you are perfect with no faults. There’s more to life than just you. Stop manipulating my emotions. Why wound others with your words and actions? Does it make you feel special? Why belittle others? Do you rest...

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We made our padded rooms, Trampoline parks for a time, For bouncing off the walls, With a crash into the side, Those clouds our leather breakers, Of eroding rolling rows, Salty tongues of the storm. Strapped into a jacket, A hopping biped fowl, Once a soaring pterosaur, The terror of the skies, Now domesticated bird, Trussed with wrung neck, Head severed at the join. Off the pier to flip, Into...

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