Bipolar Poems
#bipolar
Bipolar poems, poetry about the mental illness bipolar, or manic depression, characterized by both manic and depressive episodes. Poems about bipolar, a glimpse into the struggle of living with the mood swings and challenges presented by this mental health condition.
The tables that constantly turn
Feelings are fever dreams
They switch of flip of a switch
A trauma induced disorder
Episodes that last weeks
Your left and right brain fighting each other for reason
Thoughts spinning like a tornado
Gripping onto your hair till the follicles fall out
Laying in your bed while your ceiling becomes a movie theater filled of your traumas
Being so self aware with no control
Bipolar is a killer
They switch of flip of a switch
A trauma induced disorder
Episodes that last weeks
Your left and right brain fighting each other for reason
Thoughts spinning like a tornado
Gripping onto your hair till the follicles fall out
Laying in your bed while your ceiling becomes a movie theater filled of your traumas
Being so self aware with no control
Bipolar is a killer
#bipolar
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Day and night
The glowering morning flowers
as the sun eats holes in my curtain.
I make a cave of pillows,
to no avail.
Light enters uninvited,
dances on my eyelids.
I turn my head seeking darkness,
but the sun is stubborn.
Finally, I surrender to the inevitable.
Though the house is cold,
the shower's warm water cascades over me.
I hang my head under the clement stream.
I greet the day with a subversive smile,
determined to get even.
But a...
as the sun eats holes in my curtain.
I make a cave of pillows,
to no avail.
Light enters uninvited,
dances on my eyelids.
I turn my head seeking darkness,
but the sun is stubborn.
Finally, I surrender to the inevitable.
Though the house is cold,
the shower's warm water cascades over me.
I hang my head under the clement stream.
I greet the day with a subversive smile,
determined to get even.
But a...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
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Honoring Your Inner Divine Temple
The difference between a wise woman and a foolish woman, the wise woman will always build her foundation on brick, it is the value of her worth.
That beautiful abode where she reigns.
She will be the organic nurturer unto Mother Nature, the Healer, and the arbitrator between her seeds that bears the reflective image of her intellect.
The spiritual alliance between man and his deity, to give his mind that third eye, the gateways to his divine awakening, as she propels that pilgrimage, where in his quest to seek higher vibration, she never loses sight of her...
That beautiful abode where she reigns.
She will be the organic nurturer unto Mother Nature, the Healer, and the arbitrator between her seeds that bears the reflective image of her intellect.
The spiritual alliance between man and his deity, to give his mind that third eye, the gateways to his divine awakening, as she propels that pilgrimage, where in his quest to seek higher vibration, she never loses sight of her...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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tripping downhill
the descent is rising;
my features are freezing,
I find myself staring at nothing in particular,
there's a numbness creeping about.
apathy is increasing and my thoughts are turning bitter,
my mind is becoming distrustful of all things good.
my heart shelters in place.
I'm empty and devoid of feeling.
I see you darkness,
you always know how to greet me old friend.
can you pencil me in?
I think I'll stay awhile.
darkness will you hold me?
I have missed the solemn solace of your embrace.
you filter the world...
my features are freezing,
I find myself staring at nothing in particular,
there's a numbness creeping about.
apathy is increasing and my thoughts are turning bitter,
my mind is becoming distrustful of all things good.
my heart shelters in place.
I'm empty and devoid of feeling.
I see you darkness,
you always know how to greet me old friend.
can you pencil me in?
I think I'll stay awhile.
darkness will you hold me?
I have missed the solemn solace of your embrace.
you filter the world...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
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Introducing; The Golden Age of the Gallantly Goated Gamer Guitarist
bipolar,
name thy enemy.
highs, lows, and in-betweens,
patterns, cycles, what does it all mean?
he is your foundation and origin story,
he translates your mainframe to my motherboard.
he's the server of your soul,
and the cycles of your circuitry.
your voice can be heard in the music...
name thy enemy.
highs, lows, and in-betweens,
patterns, cycles, what does it all mean?
he is your foundation and origin story,
he translates your mainframe to my motherboard.
he's the server of your soul,
and the cycles of your circuitry.
your voice can be heard in the music...
#love
#hope
#inspirational
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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can i see you?
hey! I know it's only been a week,
can I call you though?
I'm flying high right now, but I can feel the crash coming.
yesterday was day three again,
day three is the absolute worst.
well, that is until you get to day five...
you said you needed space for a few weeks to address some issues,
was that just a ruse?
were you hinting at coming back after your volatile season or hoping that would be my final push to go?
I want to respect your wishes,
so I won't call. ...
can I call you though?
I'm flying high right now, but I can feel the crash coming.
yesterday was day three again,
day three is the absolute worst.
well, that is until you get to day five...
you said you needed space for a few weeks to address some issues,
was that just a ruse?
were you hinting at coming back after your volatile season or hoping that would be my final push to go?
I want to respect your wishes,
so I won't call. ...
#love
#depression
#hope #bipolar
#hope #bipolar
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balanced duality and dichotomy
help me peel back the layers and unmask,
unwind with me as I lounge in the foliage of fall,
be my partner in this beloved folie à deux.
enjoy your time and ride this coaster of emotion.
hurtle forward, drop your gut on the loop, and slingshot backwards.
ride it once and know what to do, nothing new to expect.
except this coaster shows a pattern,
a bigger cycle; fall down 7, get up 8,
it must be fate these missteps won't abate.
depressed, manic, stable
manic, depressed,...
unwind with me as I lounge in the foliage of fall,
be my partner in this beloved folie à deux.
enjoy your time and ride this coaster of emotion.
hurtle forward, drop your gut on the loop, and slingshot backwards.
ride it once and know what to do, nothing new to expect.
except this coaster shows a pattern,
a bigger cycle; fall down 7, get up 8,
it must be fate these missteps won't abate.
depressed, manic, stable
manic, depressed,...
#love
#bipolar
#philosophical
#wisdom
#determination
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Designs and Visions
it's happening again it's warming up and I'm not feeling good
the phrase spring fever was coined-
to explain the seasonal madness back in the day
I seek refuge but the stars beat down on me
exacting a lb. of flesh from me
while visions bombard my mind
moon driven to see the sunrise again
I am locked in this plane
chained more like
sculpted thoughts I can feel the weight of the cap on my brain
I seek the heavens
I am denied
I try to go sideways...blocked
no one will hear me cry when I die this death...
the phrase spring fever was coined-
to explain the seasonal madness back in the day
I seek refuge but the stars beat down on me
exacting a lb. of flesh from me
while visions bombard my mind
moon driven to see the sunrise again
I am locked in this plane
chained more like
sculpted thoughts I can feel the weight of the cap on my brain
I seek the heavens
I am denied
I try to go sideways...blocked
no one will hear me cry when I die this death...
#bipolar
#angels
#MentalHealth #aliens
#MentalHealth #aliens
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Had a really bad week
Had a really bad week
No idea how this ends
No one understands me
No family, no friends
I’m lost in my thoughts
Can’t believe how they race
They scramble my thinking
No matter the place
I’m under the covers
I’m shaking, I’m hot
These chills hold me captive
Sit stare at the clock
Don’t know how they do it
How most want to go on
When everything lets you down
Play yourself a sad song
I wallow in pity
I feel bad for myself
I should wanna do something
Read books from my shelf
The old me just left me...
No idea how this ends
No one understands me
No family, no friends
I’m lost in my thoughts
Can’t believe how they race
They scramble my thinking
No matter the place
I’m under the covers
I’m shaking, I’m hot
These chills hold me captive
Sit stare at the clock
Don’t know how they do it
How most want to go on
When everything lets you down
Play yourself a sad song
I wallow in pity
I feel bad for myself
I should wanna do something
Read books from my shelf
The old me just left me...
#sadness
#depression
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
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one last relapse
i lie there
lifeless.
a million thoughts rush in at once,
each more disturbing than the last.
reunited with my glistening savior,
to lead me down this inevitable path.
a crimson river rapidly flows,
welcoming repose.
when will it end?
i scream and cry for some sort of understanding
but suddenly i’m no longer standing,
i can hear my mother demanding,
“OPEN THE DOOR!”
i hear her no more.
i lie there,
lifeless.
lifeless.
a million thoughts rush in at once,
each more disturbing than the last.
reunited with my glistening savior,
to lead me down this inevitable path.
a crimson river rapidly flows,
welcoming repose.
when will it end?
i scream and cry for some sort of understanding
but suddenly i’m no longer standing,
i can hear my mother demanding,
“OPEN THE DOOR!”
i hear her no more.
i lie there,
lifeless.
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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Taking Meds
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#OCD
#MentalHealth
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Sink or Swim
#sadness
#depression
#breakup
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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DU Poetry : Bipolar Poems