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Painted Brain | A Poetry Sampler From Pb’s Creative Writing Group At My Friend’s Place
We're bridging communities and changing the conversation about mental illness using arts and media.
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  • September 15, 2016

A poetry sampler from PB’s Creative Writing Group at My Friend’s Place

According to the most recent Los Angeles Homeless Service Authority (LAHSA) homeless count, there are nearly 4,000 young homeless people on the streets of Los Angeles every year. This past year, My Friend’s Place served more than 1,400 individual youth through nearly 20,000 visits to their Hollywood facility.

LGBTQ youth make up a disproportionate segment of young people living on the streets in LA; a recent study found that 36% identify as lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgendered or unsure of their sexual orientation. A recent needs assessment revealed that the youth who access services at My Friend’s Place exhibit significantly higher rates of substance abuse, past trauma, and mental health challenges than youth accessing services at other agencies.

Painted Brain runs a writing group at My Friend’s Place encouraging young homeless people to express themselves through journaling, storytelling, and poetry in order to develop a meaningful and productive connection to the world around them as they explore and accept themselves.

Listen to their voices.

LOVE, HATE, FEAR

by Hasheem Akbar

Can you love someone without attachment?

Is it possible to love multiple people for different reasons?

I wonder if you tell a stranger that you barely know that you love them, can it be love?

Do we tend to label love as something you can obtain rather than experience?

Is it because of this ownership that we hate the ones we love, never understanding one for our uniqueness rather than our similarities? In this, we fear accepting a love we don’t understand.

Can you love someone without attachment?

What is it to be free, and freely love someone, never questioning how you feel, but understanding the difference in your love, wants, needs, desire?

Is desire the root of the miscommunication, having different desires?

FEAR

by Travis Golden

All i can do is sit and stare surrounded by polluted air

before I moved without a care but now I move confused and scared

The word is fear it’s in the brain it keeps you captive bound by chains

but in your heart you hold the key to let your soul and body free

close your eyes and find your peace a full release is in your reach

WIDE AWAKE 

by Adam W. Pittman

To dream of life and stories untold

when life’s wide awake

to stand and walk thinking in flow

let life’s wonders overgrow

from step to step

I think I know

but still constantly on my go

Ago from my here to your walk there

with a walk I go

Always on my move you see

with life’s unexpected – sees

the truth the lies

the unwilling tries again, again

I’ll probably see

my life and the unexpected way

I walk

I walk all fucking day

THERE IS A RIVER FLOWING IN ME

by Danielle Fisher

There is a river flowing in me

There is a river flowing wide

There is a river of free spirit in my dreams

There is a river flowing next to the stream

There is a river flowing by the deserts and the Nile

There is a river flowing quietly and smoothly

There is a river flowing clear and blue

There is a river flowing with the boats on the river

There is a river flowing with fish and ducks

There is a river flowing with rose petals

There is a river flowing with love in it

There is a river flowing with friendship

This river I am talking about makes me look into friendships, partnerships, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers and cousins and grandparents.

So let the river flow through you and you will see that it works.

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