Dream Mental Illness Poems

In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls,
Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls
One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering...

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In the mirror's cold embrace, a war of words ignite,
One soul fractured, battling self, beneath the pale moonlight.
The darkness snarls, a serpent's tongue, with venom...

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I've been feeling happy lately,
But my happiness is dull.
Maybe it's because I've not done things,
That were supposed to be done.
Lately I've been dodging bullets,
Never meeting...

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Waiting; waiting; waiting…
in the dark of night.
Cotton in my pocket,
soon I’ll be alright.
Twisting in my fingers,
I don’t know what to do,
I think I best buy...

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        again, violently

the room suddenly appeared

  saving me from my dream




 




...

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along, 
a wrong and lonesome man
at pace, 
his place, through days, at least
he walks to stars
he walks through nights
a dream
would seem is where he's free
to...

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Everything is boring these days.

Hugs and smiles are boring.

I’ve evolved.

It’s me, it’s always been me.

But now, there’s been a transformation.

I feel like saying that, and...

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"He was a refugee in his own country, my home too. How can that be?" Refugee poem by Max Burchett

by Max Sebastian Burchett

I met a...

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PURE PERFECTION . . . 

Mirror broken, shard's outspoken
Piercing, rupturing, into my heart
No prisoners taken, her life token

Devoured, as latest thirst fulfilled
Appetite quenched, now plied...

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We take turns glancing at the clock.

We always think glancing will be like putting our feet on grass that has had proper rain and sun.

But...

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Lying down on a bed.

Is horrifying.

Thoughts, become dreams, but I’m awake! I’m awake! It’s not a dream! It’s not a dream!

I’m sobbing, and you can...

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I want to cry. I long to smile. 
Some feeling to wash over me for a while. 
Scrolling, relentlessly with my thumb. 
Every other part...

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That’s not my face.

I open my mouth to see and- 

My tongue and lips morph with the slobber in my mouth.

My eyes, my eyes.

I have...

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Why don’t they teach you in school 
all the different ways of people 
the narcissists need to control 
their treatment that turns cold 
the manipulators...

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When everyone else is talking and talking…

And then something happens…

And then they talk about that thing that just happened.

And they all turn to me and...

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