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    Poems by Brian P

  • Mommy Loved Her Children

    • Published: February 21, 2019
    Poem About A Family Devastated By Drug Addiction

    in Addiction Poems about Family

    One pill, two pills, three pills, four.
    The children are counting Xanax pills they pick off the floor.

    Mommy's sister committed suicide in 2009; that's when this all started.

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    Same here. The full poem was actually 4 pages long; a lot of the story was cut out to meet the size limit. The point where the children decided she chose the drugs over them was because of...

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  • The Mental Hospital

    • Published: February 21, 2019

    in Mental Illness Poems

    There's a place in the hospital where they house the severely mentally ill,
    A place where people walk around in a daze and every day starts and ends with a pill.

    Where people don't want your money; they only want your prayers.

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  • 2 Hours

    • Published: November 2017
    Agoraphobia, Anxiety And Panic Attacks

    in Mental Illness Poems

    Anxiety rips me out of my sleep, a shock to my system like a bucket of ice water.
    I open my eyes to see a demon hovering near the ceiling; fighting it will lead to my slaughter.

    These demons cover the Earth like the oxygen we can't see.

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  • "We" Couldn't See

    • Published: September 2017
    Dissociative Identity Disorder

    in Mental Illness Poems

    Brian and I were polar opposites; he was loud and wild while I was more quiet and tame.
    Despite our differences, both family and friends said we often looked and acted exactly the same.

    I never understood it. My skin was unremarkable, nothing more than the average bruise.

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  • Little Schizophrenic Girl

    • Published: September 2016
    A Girl I Met At The Mental Hospital

    in Mental Illness Poems

    Little Schizophrenic Girl, heavily medicated so she can't feel the pain.
    She will never leave that hospital, never again feel snow or rain.

    Tears rolled down my cheek the very first time I looked into her blue eyes.

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    This poem is touching, yet sad. We don't understand the tormented lives people who are mentally ill experience! I'm praying for all those afflicted, that they will know peace and strength in...

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  • Brian P, Columbus, OH
  • 3 weeks ago

We actually had a framed picture of "Footprints in the Sand" in our hallway growing up. You only need to read the words once for the visual of those footprints to be inspiring forever. That's a case where the picture may say more than the words describing it.

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  • Brian P, Columbus, OH
  • 3 weeks ago

Same here. The full poem was actually 4 pages long; a lot of the story was cut out to meet the size limit. The point where the children decided she chose the drugs over them was because of what she did instead of trying to get them back. That was the reason for the conclusion. It wasn't buying or doing drugs, or even drug related.

Around 75% of this story was real. The main difference is the story's mommy was likable and relatable where as the real life one was not. Most adults know these situations are very complex and a person dying in this manner is no proof at all that they loved the drug more than the child. In my opinion, the need for the drug and the love for the child are unrelated. The story, however, is from the child's perspective. I saw these children at least a dozen times and there were two things that stood out: they never spoke and always had an overwhelmed look in their eyes like they were constantly exhausted. Particularly the boy, who was this poem's inspiration.

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