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
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.
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 in the process of creating an online journal to start publishing poetry for all that are out there TRYING DESPERATELY to get there name out there in this industry.
I know I’ve been there.
Please look for updates, and I will be posting a link to the Journal once it’s up and running.
I can’t wait to read and publish lots of amazing poetry!!
check out my site badgesofamoderngirl.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.
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.
Keep doing YOU, no matter the obstacles.
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
© T. Carey
© Tina Carey
I’m ready to enter the world! Is the word ready for me?