Mental illness isn’t a battle to be won. Unfortunately, its a journey some of us didn’t choose to walk on.
In these crazy times. Hopefully, no one needs this reminder. Hopefully we are all spreading love.
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!
You can still be scattered and masterful. It’s in your DNA 🧬 ! Keep at it!
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
Words fall straight to my pen
Creamy and Cool.
I sense my fingertips begin to dance.
Anticipating the drop of ink,
Heavy words dominate my flow
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
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.
What matters to me?
Not what’s most important, but what matters.
To me, these are two entirely different things.
My answer was, I would like to leave my imprint on someone, I want someone to remember that I stood up for something, that I challenged someone to be a better human, that I loved with all my heart. These are some things that matters to me.
What matters to you?
Unique Poetry, an online Journal, has been up and running since January 1st, 2020. A personal project that is near and dear to my heart. Submit your best poetry! You can even submit it personally to me @ firstname.lastname@example.org.
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 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.
Submit your poetry to us, Were ready to imprint your story for all to see.
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.
Two Poems by Tina Carey
— Read on www.callandresponsejournal.com/post/two-poems-by-tina-carey
I am so humbled and appreciative of these opportunities!
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
For my mind to not take over me
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
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.
I am a lost soul glued to an immobile shadow
Eye always closed
If I open them, its a horror I only know.
The sweet smell of roses
splashed with blood.
It’s enough to loose my fading wit.
I will never move on
It stays with me like
skin to bone.
Published by Poetica Review Dec 2019
Poetry writers submit and get your words out there! I know how it feels, I’ve been there myself, but now being published so many times I have joined forces with some great editors and I’m excited to be apart of Unique.
I look forward to reading your work!
Tina Carey | Poetica Review
— Read on poeticareview.com/tina-carey/
So very honored!
We all have something unquie about us! Look within.
Take me to this place you say is breezeless
where the shadows standstill
and the brightness is only at the tips of your toes,
and the darkness smells like rainbows.
Take me to this place you say people fall in love
without saying a word, where sunshine is vibrantly
Take me to this place were the waves crinkle
and never splash. Where you become ageless never
knowing how much time has passed.
Take me to this place, you and I will only know. Where mindfulness has no plateau.
Published by #ANTIherionchick Nov.2019