Mental illness isn’t a battle to be won. Unfortunately, its a journey some of us didn’t choose to walk on.
May is Mental Health Awareness Month
Tag: mental well-being
Poetry of any kind is beautiful!
Spread love!
In these crazy times. Hopefully, no one needs this reminder. Hopefully we are all spreading love.
uniquepoetry.com is open for submission!
Our Mission
Unique Poetry believes that most of us carry an untold story, and we feel that we owe it to one another to listen.
We understand poetry can enlighten, and conjure self-realization
We value the fearlessness , creativity , and humility it takes to share your work.
Unique Poetry will continue to empower , stimulate , encourage, heal, nourish, create unity, learn from and support our fellow poets.
Submit! We wanna share your voice. Submissions our open!
Writer’s Lift! Just a little reading to help you along the way.
What if?
Scattered
You can still be scattered and masterful. It’s in your DNA 🧬 ! Keep at it!
About Writing
There is one thing you should know about writing. It will will inevitably lead you to terrible places, as you cannot write about something if you have not lived it. Through the most important thing to bear in mind is this: you are there as a tourist and must always remain one.
There was a very specific reason why you were blessed with the ability to translate your sentiments into words- it is to bring a voice to suffering and torment. But, do not be too indulgent with your expericance of these things- despite how addictive suffering can be- how easy it is to get lost down that twisted path of self destruction. You must emerge from adversity , scathed but victorious- to tell your story and in turn , light the way for others.
~ Lang Leav
Silk
Words fall straight to my pen
Like silk
Like silk
Creamy and Cool.
I sense my fingertips begin to dance.
Anticipating the drop of ink,
First
Melancholy
then,
Dread,
Next Anguish,
Heavy words dominate my flow
True,
Real words are the only writing I know
The words that slide off the pen aren’t easy,
I call it paper bleeding,
It’s me screaming to be heard
So, I’ll keep dancing
Leaving drops of me along of the way
No matter what people say.
They still fall
Like silk
Like silk.
Obsessively, Incessantly with maddening hunger!
When I write, it always comes from personal experience. I only know how to write honestly. It’s soul cleansing.
Don’t forget the March Journal @uniquepoetry is coming up. Get your voice out there. Share your story.
Love yourself ..Scars and all!
Keepin it simple
I drop to my own beat
I’ve always danced to my own beat, even though at times it doesn’t make sense. Being different is beautiful! Listen to your heart, your soul, and your spirit. It never lies.
Perhaps
Perhaps someday I’ll crawl back home, beaten, and defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak and beauty out of my sorrow.
~Sylvia Path
Submit your poetry to us, Were ready to imprint your story for all to see.
I’ve lost and I’ve loved
I lost both of my brothers, June 2018, One was from a drug overdose, and five days later, my other brother committed suicide. Time doesn’t take it away. I have to go through it. I do that by writing. My poetry is a reflection of my inner being. I write to keep the demons away. I write to heal my soul. I write to keep my sanity. If you have ever lost someone you love, I’m here. I know your pain.
Just a drop ✍🏽
A drop of ink may make a million think.
Eyes
When you look into my eyes,
what do you see?
The debris from all the tragedy?
Thats only part of me.
Like a detainee,
I’m trapped inside.
Denied feelings of happiness,
only a slight will to survive.
I’m only here
because,
I plea
for sanity.
For my mind to not take over me
with negativity
to give me dignity
to fight another day.
Strength, not captivity
Ability, not anxiety .
I want to write words that need
to be heard, without them getting
blurred.
Let me transfer the good
for all that are misunderstood.
I want to RISE
Thats what I want you to see
when you look into my eyes.
Tina Carey | Poetica Review
Tina Carey | Poetica Review
— Read on poeticareview.com/tina-carey/
So very honored!
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Home by Tina Carey – Anti-Heroin Chic
Home by Tina Carey – Anti-Heroin Chic
— Read on heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/home-by-tina-carey
On this day that I am heavy, and full of saddness, my poem “Home” was published.
So honored to be a part of this beautiful tribute.
Feeling Heavy today
Grief Knot
A loop of process
A loop of dismay
Crossed and tightened to bring enormous pain.
After being worn for some time,
it starts to unravel
exposing pieces of
happiness,
loosened smiles,
drops of laughter
tangled with moments of love.
Catch those strings
and put them up for later,
when they appear the sorrow
seems to brightens
for that moment.
The knot
doesn’t seem so tight.
Those are the days
we should remember .
© 2019 Tina Carey
Badgeofamoderngirl.com
I am working on a New project that I am so proud of. I want to spread love and light to as many people as possible. I hope you wander with me on my voyage.
From the ashes she became
Before she became fire, she was water
Quenching the thirst of every dying creature
She gave and gave
until she turned from sea to desert
but, instead of dying of the heart, the sadness, the heartache
she took all the pain and from her own ashes
she became fire.
~Nikita Gill
10 down- 10 more to go! #chapbookdreamin
Keep doing YOU, no matter the obstacles.
Stillness
Poetic Medicine: New Voices
Poetic Medicine: New Voices
— Read on poetrypill.blogspot.com/p/new-voices.html
Clutter
Like a dumpster filled with things people don’t want
My mind is cluttered
I can’t focus on one thing; my mind starts to wonder.
a dictator of what’s beautiful and true
a malicious invader that makes every encounter blue,
always in disorder, a recorder of everything wrong.
Depression is like a song you hate to sing, dancing to the tune even though you don’t know what the words mean.
My mind is clutter
It’s torture
© T. Carey
Chapbook Cover
© Tina Carey
I’m ready to enter the world! Is the word ready for me?
