Writing

Raised by the Raging..

A Poem by LaylaK21

I can't even explain the home life of a Bipolar 1 father. I too inherited it. I though, I received treatment. My father hasn't, because his delusions ..

The Knocks

A Story by Psychoticteen

Jennifer Mills wishes for adventure in her home, what will happen when she receives it? Be careful what you wish for.

Madame Ellington's Home for the Troubled

A Story by Megan Benoit

Montreal's finest establishment has finally been opened.

I ran out of f*****g corn flakes

A Story by BamBamBass

A guy's bad day where a driver pulls out in front of the character. Sadly, he does not like that one bit. All of his thoughts say REVENGE, REVENGE.

Behind Waxed Walls (Unfinished)

A Story by BamBamBass

Behind closed doors of the place of psychiatric illnesses, lies the horrors of the truth hidden in the walls. John must find out why he is in here, ..

The Asylum of my Mind

A Story by Death's Poet

What some might call strange I call my normalWhat I find diplomatic, others find too informalThe voices in my head, I call a friendOthers urge treatme..

Paranoia

A Poem by Sindu

Who is it? OR what is it?

Six Days to Sunday

A Poem by Quill

paralytic dreams no. 5

The Dizzying Dance

A Story by MesmericManuscript

"How entrancing it is to see the streams of fresh life-blood flow over your arm and down your sumptuous body-- over the curves and into crevices-- dow..

Psychotic daydreams

A Poem by Jessica456

My thoughts be pins shooting through 1000 skies; intense lazer beams penetrating the stones of ancient Big Bangs. And the infinite energy, and the sta..

Delusional Reality

A Story by Natalia M.V.W

A wife of a very rich man is mentally ill but does not know about it. She struggles to understand whats real and whats a creation of her mind leading ..

W.A.R.

A Poem by Alex

I don't know what inspired me to this one, it just kind of happened. ABOUT THE LAST SENTENCE, IT IS MEANT TO PROVOKE OKAY SO IF YOU ARE PROVOKED MY..

Mad Man's Haven

A Poem by Anna

The cold winds of France,had no voice for the estranged.I saw the air become colors of blood,turning shades to the deranged.Philosophy is no part of t..

Confession: The Psychotic Voice

A Poem by Anna

Psychotic voice in my head,speaks of good and right and wrong.She, he, we, who knows but me,when the echoes end and it's gone.Psychotic voice in my he..