Poems About Bipolar Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about bipolar seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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after the novel
After the novel
The elderly gent next door drinks a few beers
before going to bed, to fall asleep quickly and
avoid unwanted dreams
We can say his dreams are a myriad of chaos
of thoughts ducking up like mushrooms
after rain
A rhapsody of life lived, a colored tapestry
lightening up the dreamless, who, in utter
despair, no, no, this can't be true
You are mixing up your life with books you
have read and made the content a part of the
truth, to give you strength to meet the day
and not fall into apathy playing poker...
The elderly gent next door drinks a few beers
before going to bed, to fall asleep quickly and
avoid unwanted dreams
We can say his dreams are a myriad of chaos
of thoughts ducking up like mushrooms
after rain
A rhapsody of life lived, a colored tapestry
lightening up the dreamless, who, in utter
despair, no, no, this can't be true
You are mixing up your life with books you
have read and made the content a part of the
truth, to give you strength to meet the day
and not fall into apathy playing poker...
#addiction
#anxiety
#apathy #bipolar
#apathy #bipolar
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Griming the sane
Ample desire
perusing the fire
With psychosis griming the sane
Images spent
Will never relent
We’re the tempest devoid of the rain
Nonsensical drive
In what keeps me alive
My pain, simply masked with a grin
Yesterday’s fraught
With the things I have bought
Mania: a fantastical sin
We’re up; we are down
We are longing to drown
Ideation has sampled thy visions
Plagued with ill-thought
Alive while we rot
No sutures to close my incisions
perusing the fire
With psychosis griming the sane
Images spent
Will never relent
We’re the tempest devoid of the rain
Nonsensical drive
In what keeps me alive
My pain, simply masked with a grin
Yesterday’s fraught
With the things I have bought
Mania: a fantastical sin
We’re up; we are down
We are longing to drown
Ideation has sampled thy visions
Plagued with ill-thought
Alive while we rot
No sutures to close my incisions
#bipolar
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What they never know
Desires swirl in the mist
One could grab them if not for the doubt
All the self loathing permeable
But lovers requiem loud and resounding
They are there to staunch the flow and heal the wounds
it’s all about the ones they never know
Trickling in and tearing flesh
Holding virtue to themselves
All will crumble and decay
But soon
They will know
One could grab them if not for the doubt
All the self loathing permeable
But lovers requiem loud and resounding
They are there to staunch the flow and heal the wounds
it’s all about the ones they never know
Trickling in and tearing flesh
Holding virtue to themselves
All will crumble and decay
But soon
They will know
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
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Pretend
My umbrella shields the rain,
my bandaid hides my pain,
the mask hides my expressions,
the pills shield my aggression.
My umbrella broke,
my bandaids soaked,
the mask cracked,
the pills back-lashed,
and once again I am insane.
my bandaid hides my pain,
the mask hides my expressions,
the pills shield my aggression.
My umbrella broke,
my bandaids soaked,
the mask cracked,
the pills back-lashed,
and once again I am insane.
#bipolar
#LifeStruggles
#meditation #MentalHealth
#meditation #MentalHealth
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The Black Pond
Trapped from the start
She tried to reach for the stars
When she was held behind the bars
Hoping to see a glimpse of the sparks
With a flick of her wand
She stumbled across the pond
Wondering what was lurking
Underneath the motionless surface
She was so intrigued as it spoke
And made shapes in different sizes
After revealing its secrets
It sunk back into the darkness
The pond gently lured her in
To see the great mysteries
Beyond her imagination
Along with the greatest transformations
She tried to reach for the stars
When she was held behind the bars
Hoping to see a glimpse of the sparks
With a flick of her wand
She stumbled across the pond
Wondering what was lurking
Underneath the motionless surface
She was so intrigued as it spoke
And made shapes in different sizes
After revealing its secrets
It sunk back into the darkness
The pond gently lured her in
To see the great mysteries
Beyond her imagination
Along with the greatest transformations
#bipolar
#confusion
#illness
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
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Infection
Infection runs cold in the bloodstream
Depleting
Destroying
Devouring
Deleting
My sense of self
Till there's nothing left
Depleting
Destroying
Devouring
Deleting
My sense of self
Till there's nothing left
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#despair
#MentalHealth
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Disconnected
Feeling disconnected
Friends and family
Sometimes seem robotic
Stare into my mother's face
Until it's unrecognizable
Is this what madness is like
It's an unacceptable
And insane thought
Where am I
God help me
Bring me home
Friends and family
Sometimes seem robotic
Stare into my mother's face
Until it's unrecognizable
Is this what madness is like
It's an unacceptable
And insane thought
Where am I
God help me
Bring me home
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#fear
#MentalHealth
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Insides (Outsides)
I feel hollowed out,
Like if I could see inside myself I’d see a tangle of veins and bones left behind.
I once got a cut on my face,
From mouth to ear.
It was deep enough in some places I could see the inside of my mouth from the outside.
I remember the blood running down my throat,
Putting my shaking hands to the wound and feeling nothing.
I was stitched up at the hospital,
They didn’t let me look at my face afterward.
I hardly remember what it looked like now,
But the sensation of seeing my insides from the outside, ...
Like if I could see inside myself I’d see a tangle of veins and bones left behind.
I once got a cut on my face,
From mouth to ear.
It was deep enough in some places I could see the inside of my mouth from the outside.
I remember the blood running down my throat,
Putting my shaking hands to the wound and feeling nothing.
I was stitched up at the hospital,
They didn’t let me look at my face afterward.
I hardly remember what it looked like now,
But the sensation of seeing my insides from the outside, ...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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bittersweet memories (Paula)
#bipolar
#dark
#ForbiddenLove
#MentalHealth
#UnrequitedLove
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Broken
In the movie,
the villain says
the broken are the beautiful.
I was born broken,
at least, I don't remember being
anything but
--damaged, missing parts
that all the others
seemed to have.
Always saying the wrong thing,
doing the wrong thing,
committing the unforgivable sins
of overwhelming intensity
and feeling too much.
But it's quiet tonight.
The dog chews on her bone
beside me on the bed.
I'm completely alone,
but strangely,
it doesn't hurt
to be...
the villain says
the broken are the beautiful.
I was born broken,
at least, I don't remember being
anything but
--damaged, missing parts
that all the others
seemed to have.
Always saying the wrong thing,
doing the wrong thing,
committing the unforgivable sins
of overwhelming intensity
and feeling too much.
But it's quiet tonight.
The dog chews on her bone
beside me on the bed.
I'm completely alone,
but strangely,
it doesn't hurt
to be...
#bipolar
#depression
#loneliness
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Pictures of Childhood Part 4
#abuse
#bipolar
#childhood
#depression
#memories
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Writing a Poem on My Phone
6 am. Clouds
swallow the sun, the room
floods in darkness.
I will have the best day
I am capable of.
Yesterday
I shook and
sobbed my grief, then
went about my day.
The morning is a medicated haze.
Pain still pokes its head
through the fog.
I scratch a sore
and make it bleed,
remember the flashing red spots
of the ambulance,
the darkly chalky taste
of charcoal.
I can't cover up the holes
that lead to the sight
of bone and marrow.
...
swallow the sun, the room
floods in darkness.
I will have the best day
I am capable of.
Yesterday
I shook and
sobbed my grief, then
went about my day.
The morning is a medicated haze.
Pain still pokes its head
through the fog.
I scratch a sore
and make it bleed,
remember the flashing red spots
of the ambulance,
the darkly chalky taste
of charcoal.
I can't cover up the holes
that lead to the sight
of bone and marrow.
...
#bipolar
#depression
#sadness #suicide
#sadness #suicide
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