Tag: Illness/mental health poems
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Sea Anemone
What if, after waking up to the realization that you’ve got everything you ever wanted, having beaten what you always wanted to beat, you further grow up and realize that, fulfillment, while sort of getting rid of suffering, can’t get rid of your pain or take what traumas still stick to the insides of your […]
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Sun
I used to stare at the sun in my head for hours on end, just sit on the floor in my bedroom and disassociate. Moment by moment, I’d let the awareness of my body become like a smear of paint drawn across a canvas faster than you could turn a light on. Neighborly voices withdrew […]
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Desmodus Rotundas
Thinking this life sucks the joy out of me the way a vampire bat sucks the blood out of a sleeping cow, I’m reminded of the leech that once attached itself to my leg and clung to me for hours before I felt an itch and realized it was slowly drinking me the way a […]
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Syringe
The syringe seems to scream out of its needled Proboscis as it approaches your arm, so terrified children are of this little mosquito some will gnash and scratch and destroy the windows to avoid being in the same room with one. If you listen closely, you can always hear one buzzing in the air around […]
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Stairs
I recently tweaked my knee somewhere in the outer back of my leg so that now each time I bend it while climbing the stairs a pain starts to glow through me like one of those supernatural, horror movie light bulbs that explode on the porch of an old house filled with many secrets, one […]
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Rotini
This morning I can’t find a thought to anchor the boat of inner peace I’ve been trying to sail in bad weather for god knows how long. Some mornings it’s easy to slow myself down and wait for my waves of emotion to die down until I can see to the bottom of why I […]
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Autistic
I can’t stop thinking about that volcano in Spain right now that has displaced almost 8000 people. I’d try not to think about if I could, but each time I change the station in my head I envision an autistic boy with his back to me playing at a computer at his desk, an autistic […]
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Cloud II
My anger, like all angers doesn’t revolve down through cloud after cloud of cover ups, doesn’t pop out of a blister and scald everything, but, like the way you also think, touches down on a moment of certainty like this.
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Steak & Cheese
You label me crazy when I say that when I write a poem I think will understand me before I can, the part of me that eats a steak and cheese before tasting it thinks he can become anything by reading it. But labeling me crazy means you have to be because you can’t know […]
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Beach House
You weren’t right. I knew how to have fun, You just didn’t inspire me. That pear soap we loved was beautiful, because you didn’t need to eat it in order to taste it. Maybe I didn’t spend long enough standing behind you in the bathroom and brushing your hair. Maybe I didn’t tell you that […]
the real subject is always you 