Write a poem for #FreeGarthDaniels

Or #AbsoluteProhibition of forced treatment & commitment

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 2016

Featured poets

for 2016 Poetry Challenge

 

Jacqueline Dunn

- ECT sufferer

 

Kate Lycett

-A tribute to Garth

 

Initially NO

-Seclusion & restraint of the alien

 

Diego Spigworms Boom

-I was 8 years old

 

Frances Harris

-Poem to Dr Paul Katz

 

Gabrielle Everall

- The Abyss

 

Leah Sumner

- 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

 

 

Seclusion and restraint of the alien

 

by Initially NO

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