Freedom Poetry
ECT sufferer
by Jacqueline Dunn, UK.
Struck by lightning is an act of God and a bolt out of the blue. Electric shock treatment is not necessary for you, it’s inhumane (and yet moral in a world that's catatonic). Blinded by its force crippled by the energy explosive and mutilating to ones whole mind. Burning like hell you suffer endurance whilst embedded by grief and sadness that such a volt can enter your mind and is not your own self-inflicted pain. Recovering from the aftermath is a virtually impossible due to being hung like the hanging monkey of your own town back in time. What is the aftermath of destruction and war between ones soul and oneself. Is it time that heals the wounds of the force that's hidden beneath electric impulses, which ground your brain through thoughts of a grandiose kind of way. Receptors are the messages we receive in our grief of solitude and sin that belongs within. Seeing and hearing is what we do to make a path for something knew. Electric currents pass within to destroy you and me. It's like a war and yet ready to do battle with the devil to betray your God who's gentle and kind. Electric fields - something we can't see - seem to be close and yet so far. One day the night will fall forever we shall not see. Just like electric we all can feel eternity shall strike us all.
Poetry Challenge
- ECT sufferer
-A tribute to Garth
-Seclusion & restraint of the alien
-I was 8 years old
-Poem to Dr Paul Katz
- The Abyss
- Chained
A TRIBUTE TO GARTH
by Kate Lycett
NO said the blind man
I cannot walk across
Take my hand and guide me
Safely to my post
NO said the deaf man
I cannot hear you speak
Let me see you gesture
For it's clarity I seek
NO said Garth Daniels
And the blind man starts to see
NO said Garth Daniels
and the deaf man hears his plea
I was 8 years old
by Diego Spigworms Boom
I was 8 years old to be set free by the old and the cold
Spat Lumps and Pulled Clumps out my hair
She was so nice but I couldn't avoid the doctors gp surgery
The family practice gave me Seroxat and Risperidone in a sick plot to murder me
I grew breasts, got cravings as the medication drew me more crazy
So a dozen adults could sit on me in the cosy room padded cell to restrain me
Snot on breasts and tears on the floor
the smell of matted lilac plastic
It must be a part of the human sickness
why would god make me perfect in his own image
It's okay their disturbed children
Last time I checked god didn't poison his children
(god or nature wouldn't poison it's children)
Play in one room with mostly boys
Who just like me are ejaculating freely when they are just trying to play with their toys
A few 'unrelated' seizures it's not daily
Mum do you miss me, barely
Just a bit more hairy, humping some girls, why won't you kiss me, Or tell me you love me, It's like you don't care for me
maybe things will change if she tells me she's having my baby
signed myself out the accident and emergency quickly before
at 12years old I will not meet more that want to psychologically assess me
im just lucky to wake up from shoving packs full of pills without a thought or a care you see
it couldn't matter less to me. On these anti-deppresant drugs 'side effects' make you do it 'apathetically'
I'm 20 now with a job and a flat
I never have to look back
probably didn't notice I'm infertile
can't cum from a blowjob
in fact I can't/cannot feel a thing
at last I can sleep coz
I don't have to beat off my dick 21 million times
now my stomach hurts (unusually) too
blows up like a balloon
I'm paralyzed
I cold turkey
of 20 years of pre-pubescent
dangerous governmental medication
god doesn't poison the children
20 years sears and shocks
brain zaps, shaking over a year
the lot
ripping my body and soul apart from the core
It's been so long over a year
“your prolactin still won't go down”
“might be a brain tumour”, “I've never seen so long”
the brain zaps last over a year
I'm so anxious I realise I'll never be the same again. Theres holes in my head.
I can't feel a thing
though
I am uncontrollably ejaculating all over the public bus. Right through the seats
My young body weeps
now it's “hypothyroidism”
“that doesn't make any sense”
“now your normal
but crazy
all of our tests here were previously wrong”
ironically “the drugs are safe” family doctors
today sit on the same bus
reading the paper about third world female genital mutilation
with pints of their victims cum in their arse
how could you publish something so publicly embarrassing
just suffer secretly, needlessly living the rest of your life living as a shadow
of the man you should have been
Because as you read this
thousands of mad men
are openly practising psychiatry
on children in kindergarten
THE WAR CRIME KNOWN AS PSHYCIATRY
POEM TO DR PAUL KATZ, (ASSOCIATE PROFESSOR) PSYCHIATRIST
by Frances Harris
JE SUIS GARTH
POEM FOR DR KATZ
Electro Convulsive Therapy
To read this poem, visit blog Franny's Frantic Poems
The Abyss
by Gabrielle Everall
I am falling down
the rabbit hole
the abyss
Alice’s not so Wonderland
We are the fallen
We are the damned
There is a green room
with watchers at a higher level
There is Plato’s cave with bars
and AM radio
I can say now
I have seen the abyss
like screaming into the sunrise
I have drunk from the Lethe-ward
of the state
Walked arm in arm with a patient
down the corridor of Graylands
Our marriage vows incomprehensible
There’s a hole
I’ve been digging
like my own grave
An abyss between
Reason and Unreason
They put board games
in front of me
surrounded by public housing towers
Trying to keep me
in the system
Abilify made her
forget the alphabet
Disabilify
A head full of quick sand
where names, people, your life
your body disappear
I’m falling down
the rabbit hole
the abyss
Alice’s not so Wonderland
We are the fallen
We are the damned.
Chained
by Leah Sumner
Chained to the system
Chained to our trauma
Chained to the myth that we are ill
Chained to the stretcher
They say velcro straps are a humane alternative?
I say they are still Chains
That need breaking
Chains that link us together with love and hope and healing
These are the
Chains that we are making
