Poems About Bipolar Seeking Friendly Advice
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Everavalon
Poem Published
21st Dec 2022 3:52pm
21st Dec 2022 3:52pm
Bipolar
I dine on despair, feed me your wounds
I defile the course of your mind
The candles drip hot
Where repentance is wrought
The framework of the confined
Shovel away this merciless day
Which holds a man to his scheme
Questions have arisen
About this path we have written
Does your ego balk at this dream?
As I flit around, my head can't be found
For it's mesmerized by the decay
I harvest within
The vociferous din
Of the voices spreading dismay
Ideation is laced where clarity lay waste ...
I defile the course of your mind
The candles drip hot
Where repentance is wrought
The framework of the confined
Shovel away this merciless day
Which holds a man to his scheme
Questions have arisen
About this path we have written
Does your ego balk at this dream?
As I flit around, my head can't be found
For it's mesmerized by the decay
I harvest within
The vociferous din
Of the voices spreading dismay
Ideation is laced where clarity lay waste ...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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oskar
Poem Published
19th Dec 2022 9:45am
19th Dec 2022 9:45am
the girl from Cherbourg
A girl in Cherbourg
We sat in a bar in Cherbourg a town still struggling after a war
to become just another French coastal town
Sitting with mates from the ship can be tedious, and if you
happen to be a cook, someone is bound to voice a complaint
I went for a walk, in the streets, with few lamps if one adds rain
it was a road suffering after a long war.
In the murk, a place of light, a small café/shop, a few tables
looked inviting in its simplicity; I had coffee and calvados.
A filly came prancing in, tall with long legs, full of youth ...
We sat in a bar in Cherbourg a town still struggling after a war
to become just another French coastal town
Sitting with mates from the ship can be tedious, and if you
happen to be a cook, someone is bound to voice a complaint
I went for a walk, in the streets, with few lamps if one adds rain
it was a road suffering after a long war.
In the murk, a place of light, a small café/shop, a few tables
looked inviting in its simplicity; I had coffee and calvados.
A filly came prancing in, tall with long legs, full of youth ...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#addiction
#apathy
#Autism
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ConsequentialChaos
Poem Published
12th Dec 2022 8:13am
12th Dec 2022 8:13am
The Drop
Where once I stood J
A precarious cliff
The abyss below
With silence in tow
Two thoughts came U
I should jump
And I should jump
With me gone M
They'll lack a pawn
No one left
To beat upon
Or maybe I should stay P
It's just another day
At least it's not raining ...
A precarious cliff
The abyss below
With silence in tow
Two thoughts came U
I should jump
And I should jump
With me gone M
They'll lack a pawn
No one left
To beat upon
Or maybe I should stay P
It's just another day
At least it's not raining ...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
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8 Comments
Afterglow
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 11:44pm
9th Nov 2022 11:44pm
The Days That Don’t Exist
There are days,
That hit and miss.
They’re so dark,
A pit bottomless.
These are days,
I often wish,
That I,
Did not exist.
I lie in bed,
Depressed paralysis.
A dream,
That I can’t dismiss.
Disassociate,
I can’t resist.
These are the days,
That don’t exist.
Days that don’t exist,
They’re very spotty.
My memory,
Is very foggy.
I don’t feel attached,
To my body.
I don’t exist;
I am nobody.
I forget,
That I am somebody.
Some...
That hit and miss.
They’re so dark,
A pit bottomless.
These are days,
I often wish,
That I,
Did not exist.
I lie in bed,
Depressed paralysis.
A dream,
That I can’t dismiss.
Disassociate,
I can’t resist.
These are the days,
That don’t exist.
Days that don’t exist,
They’re very spotty.
My memory,
Is very foggy.
I don’t feel attached,
To my body.
I don’t exist;
I am nobody.
I forget,
That I am somebody.
Some...
#sadness
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
678 reads
2 Comments
Afterglow
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 2:18am
9th Nov 2022 2:18am
Normality Is Not My Formality
Normality,
Is not my formality.
I’m far too mad,
From all of my maladies.
My mind has been split,
Into several realities.
I’m multidimensional;
Which explains my mentalities.
Synesthete-
I can see tonalities.
Circus Freak-
They beat me with brutalities.
It must be neat-
Living in their practicalities.
They don’t know-
That I can read through their modalities.
Is not my formality.
I’m far too mad,
From all of my maladies.
My mind has been split,
Into several realities.
I’m multidimensional;
Which explains my mentalities.
Synesthete-
I can see tonalities.
Circus Freak-
They beat me with brutalities.
It must be neat-
Living in their practicalities.
They don’t know-
That I can read through their modalities.
#bipolar
#TruthOfLife
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfReflection
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1 Comment
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
8th Nov 2022 7:26pm
8th Nov 2022 7:26pm
The Chair
Someone had left a large, black wheelchair next to the metal trash bin outside her apartment.
It looked to be in good condition. She dusted it off and slowly wheeled it through the front door of her place. It seemed sad for such a thing to be thrown away. She wondered if the person whom it had belonged to had maybe passed away.
She tried not to think about it.
Maybe she could have use for it. It would be a useful thing to transport trash bags with. She hated going to the trash bin, and there were already numerous bags of trash accumulating in her kitchen. ...
It looked to be in good condition. She dusted it off and slowly wheeled it through the front door of her place. It seemed sad for such a thing to be thrown away. She wondered if the person whom it had belonged to had maybe passed away.
She tried not to think about it.
Maybe she could have use for it. It would be a useful thing to transport trash bags with. She hated going to the trash bin, and there were already numerous bags of trash accumulating in her kitchen. ...
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#bipolar
#despair
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1 Comment
Clair_Beth269
Clair
Clair
Poem Published
8th Oct 2022 8:07am
8th Oct 2022 8:07am
Hiding in nothing
Nothing is hell
I put myself in the great nothing
Because it's safe
Safe from anxiety, myself, and the world
Nothing is a black hole, that has eaten away at me
Knowing that I know better to be here again makes it worse then death
The fucking shame builds, until it cannot be contained and I have to do something
I am here doing something
I will face you nothing
I am more then nothing
Knowing you nothing will be something
I put myself in the great nothing
Because it's safe
Safe from anxiety, myself, and the world
Nothing is a black hole, that has eaten away at me
Knowing that I know better to be here again makes it worse then death
The fucking shame builds, until it cannot be contained and I have to do something
I am here doing something
I will face you nothing
I am more then nothing
Knowing you nothing will be something
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
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Elenore
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 4:10am
10th Aug 2022 4:10am
Satisfy
I wonder when I will ever truly embrace acceptance and know self love.
To heal tattered wounds of ghostly pain.
I want to embrace passionate energy.
Do you feel the pull of your passion?
Will you look with me towards the center of my anxiety?
You've come a long way at just the right time.
My heart beats wildly within the confines of my mind.
I struggle as I inhale deeply, I struggle to even breathe.
My chest rises and falls with the sound of meditative instruction. I wait for healing.
Soon...
To heal tattered wounds of ghostly pain.
I want to embrace passionate energy.
Do you feel the pull of your passion?
Will you look with me towards the center of my anxiety?
You've come a long way at just the right time.
My heart beats wildly within the confines of my mind.
I struggle as I inhale deeply, I struggle to even breathe.
My chest rises and falls with the sound of meditative instruction. I wait for healing.
Soon...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
388 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
30th Jun 2022 3:43am
30th Jun 2022 3:43am
Straight Talk (When The Core Of The Mind Refuses To Speak Coherently)
I will attempt to elaborate on the more aggressive theories that seem to marginalize, relevant concerns that has made me ponder and see if I intricate the whys, or at least find the source of its understanding.
I had to revisit the concept of understanding the complexities of the mind due in part.
Mental illness seems to on the uprise, and it is affecting our youth at an alarming rate. Thus far the statistical for adults has not started for the margin.
A slope in the statistical incline, or shift seems to be affecting the Caucasian...
I had to revisit the concept of understanding the complexities of the mind due in part.
Mental illness seems to on the uprise, and it is affecting our youth at an alarming rate. Thus far the statistical for adults has not started for the margin.
A slope in the statistical incline, or shift seems to be affecting the Caucasian...
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
812 reads
9 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 8:05am
10th Jun 2022 8:05am
Rest in pieces
Lights growing dim
Fading away
Slipped off the path
Lost my way
Sliding
Losing my grip
Drowning in quicksand
Up to my ribs
Heart slowing down
Pushed too hard
It's broken now
Think its falling apart
Just let me be
Tired of fighting myself
Ready to give up
No need to call help
Show is over
No curtain calls
Remember me
Before the fall
Don't blame yourself
You're not the reason
Just move on with your life
Let me rest in pieces
Fading away
Slipped off the path
Lost my way
Sliding
Losing my grip
Drowning in quicksand
Up to my ribs
Heart slowing down
Pushed too hard
It's broken now
Think its falling apart
Just let me be
Tired of fighting myself
Ready to give up
No need to call help
Show is over
No curtain calls
Remember me
Before the fall
Don't blame yourself
You're not the reason
Just move on with your life
Let me rest in pieces
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#addiction
#MentalHealth
624 reads
2 Comments
ex-periment-626
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 11:27pm
27th Apr 2022 11:27pm
there's no need to read this either
im not really sure how to decribe what im feeling right now. i think i need to split my life into factors. in my relationship i feel defeated. that might be the only word i have. i have done so much wrong and caused so much hurt that im in this constant limbo between "i dont deserve to be treated well" and "i shouldn't be treated like this/talked to this way". and then some things hurt more than you could ever imagine but you never expect to happen and then it does and it slices you. what do you even say to your partner when they say the have no one? i dont think thats something i can ever...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#bipolar
#EatingDisorder
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2022 8:22am
22nd Apr 2022 8:22am
obscurity
obscurity
Obscurant poems
Complicated word puzzles
Several meanings
Give poetry a bad name
For those who like clarity
Lepidoptera
Do you mean butterfly?
No, caterpillar
Or maybe a swimming style
Something of short duration.
Thank you very much
I shall treasure this always
Your profundity
But I fail to understand
The point of obscurity
Obscurant poems
Complicated word puzzles
Several meanings
Give poetry a bad name
For those who like clarity
Lepidoptera
Do you mean butterfly?
No, caterpillar
Or maybe a swimming style
Something of short duration.
Thank you very much
I shall treasure this always
Your profundity
But I fail to understand
The point of obscurity
#bipolar
#addiction
#apathy
#diabetes
#cancer
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