Mindscape Terrangrrl is a blog described as “one person’s journey surviving mental illness and recovering from substance abuse.” This particular poem is a beautiful description of…
Published by a blog called The Oblivion Catalog, “Song of Madness” offers a picturesque glimpse into the mind of a patient possibly suffering from schizophrenia….
A recollection of a girl with her “soul in division from itself.” It is up to the reader to decide whether Yeats meant to say…
This poetry slam by Neil Hilborn and Ollie Renee Schminkey is a fascinating duet about the difficulties and traumas they both experienced in their relationships. Touching…
“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…
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…
“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…
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…
By: Lawrence Raab Making something the way it was— what could I have been thinking months ago when I wrote that line in my notebook?…
By: Timothy Murphy The night you died, I dreamed you came to camp to hear confession from an Eagle Scout tortured by forty years of…
By: Allen Ginsberg Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village….
Poet and essayist Adrienne Rich was one of America’s foremost public intellectuals. Widely read and hugely influential, Rich’s career spanned seven decades and has hewed…
By: Sylvia Plath On this bald hill the new year hones its edge. Faceless and pale as china The round sky goes on minding its…
By: Slyvia Plath All right, let’s say you could take a skull and break it The way you’d crack a clock; you’d crush the bone…
By: Franz Kafka Often when I see dresses with many pleats and frills and flounces, draped beautifully over beautiful bodies, then I think to myself…
By: Maya Angelou The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in…
By: Adam Zagajewski (translated by Clare Cavanagh) I could never say anything about my mother: how she repeated, you’ll regret it someday, when I’m not around anymore, and…
Voices whisper in your ear; Sweetest nothings, greatest fears. All your life your friend is there, Waiting with a tale to share. Threats are blown…
