“Shrinking Women” by Lily Myers tells a story of women in her family who have been taught to shrink for generations while the men grew. Her…
By: Danna Hobart Nights stretch out like a black cat across my path, shadows writhe and sprout in my nightmare’s wrath. Full moon sings me…
This poem, written by an adult with Asperger’s, comments on the misperception that individuals on the Autism spectrum don’t feel or are incapable of empathy….
By Sylvia Plath Tulips is among Plath’s poems that deal with her experience with depression. Plath committed suicide in 1963—she was 30 years old. …
A powerful piece about the suicide of Tyler Clementi whose roommate secretly filmed him with another boy and posted the film on-line in 2010. The exposure…
Sylvia Plath makes use of dark and grim imagery to capture “loneliness”. She suffered from depression most of her life. Her experience is often reflected in…
Antonin Artaud was a playwright, actor, poet, director, and theorist of the dramatic arts. Artaud experienced a number of psychotic episodes at the age of 41,…
When the clock has gone forward and all rehab has been completed, Where exactly do we pick up our life? Our abilities and level of…
A poem about love and dealing with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) By Neil Hillborn
Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Building and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve…
Cara Bethel introduces her poem: “My husband served in Iraq 2005 and Afghanistan 2007. This is for him, he is my hero and came back…
Life flies by, we make plans, we chase after dreams and goals. We think we are indestructible, that nothing will stand in our way, then…
-lights out- fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain discharging the good glad…
“Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad, as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different…
By: Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked…
By: Wilfred Owen I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their…
Skeleton in the Closet – Fritz Liedtke Photo taken from: http://fritzphoto.bizland.com/skeletoninthecloset/?page_id=5
My bones feel soft in the morning, pale under the light and the soft glow of the streetlights as they flicker out. Through the sun…
How the author felt during a panic attack By: Brittany Tightness in my chest I cant breath. The only time I can escape is when…
