“tell me something good,” you say.
“not with your words...”
my brain sputters the same way
my jeep does
struggling to find the ideal
air to gas ratio.
i don’t know much good,
or if I do it fleets me
the same way a mountain sheds
it’s excess water
into rivers and streams and creeks,
eventually leading to the ocean
that is my brain.
this vast expanse of nothingness
full of unknown creatures, thoughts, feelings.
things that you, or I, will
How many days
do I need
to blur my eyes
in front of
just to get
before my brain
to the point
and before I
to a cloud
where my files
and not transfer
to a cloud
I'm currently using
to type this poem? Jack M. Freedman is a poet and spoken word artist from Staten Island, NY. He penned th
Madness dances with my thoughts.
A chaotic rhythm between sane and normal.
The battles of the mind consume me everyday.
To you it just seems like I got the blues.
You know nothing of the suffering.
The pills make me numb but the latter is much worse.
An explosion of mania.
Exuberant jubilee of the brain.
Until the crash.
I’m broken trying to rebuild.
Just keep a smile on, don’t give it away. J.E. Weaver is a poet from Charlotte,NC. By day, he brews beer for a local
Ruining the fun again
With my nervous expression
A smile that isn’t quite convincing Stifling the chemicals rushing around
Coursing through my body
Telling me I’m in danger
I know I’m not in danger; I am safe But my brain betrays me
Preparing for a battle
Or the run of my life
This fight is getting old Amy Shankle is based in Bakersfield, California. She is currently studying English and works as a freelance copyeditor. She regularly writes poetry surrounding her own
We use it to tell our bodies what to do Raise our heads, wash our hands move our limbs any direction we need to. lie or sit, or kneel, or stand. There are so many pieces at work Dry our eyes, clean our face from wiggling toes to a grinning smirk.
make the tears disappear without a trace. Sensors signal nerves to stand on alert Arrange our mouths into a flashy smile decide whether to assert or divert.
stash away the hurt for a little while. Make a choice to
blocks of shattered seashells on fire ridged and burning in my stomach up to my sternum my lungs closing in my heart mingles with the smoke that travels to my head the tidal tears building behind my eyes being stopped like a sand dune suppresses the waves the current traveling up into my brain pressures my skull till it bursts down to my eyes the hurricane welcomes the pressure of the sea salt water crashing over me i am drowning deep wishing to swim out of the water but the