Long Poems About Bipolar
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 5:03pm
9th Jul 2019 5:03pm
Imaginary Lovers
Of all the imaginary lovers and scenarios he ever had
No matter how good or bad, he always came back to her
She had the perfect form that wouldn’t change or age with time
But something had gone awry somewhere along the way
That day he thought he was beginning to lose his mind
When physical signs and evidence started manifesting
Although he tried to abstain from her, he couldn’t contain it
He couldn’t restrain his need and yearning for the prohibited
He exhibited quiet and normal behavior but with false pretenses
As his senses schemed more...
No matter how good or bad, he always came back to her
She had the perfect form that wouldn’t change or age with time
But something had gone awry somewhere along the way
That day he thought he was beginning to lose his mind
When physical signs and evidence started manifesting
Although he tried to abstain from her, he couldn’t contain it
He couldn’t restrain his need and yearning for the prohibited
He exhibited quiet and normal behavior but with false pretenses
As his senses schemed more...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
753 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
16th Jun 2019 10:09pm
16th Jun 2019 10:09pm
Surrealist's Utopia
Part 1
The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)
The Path of Uncertainty
I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet. I don’t want to be quiet anymore. I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water of surrealism, and be home! Here, I am no one. There, I am someone. Oh, how I hate gazing into the mirror. May as well be prison bars between my Utopian realm and this one. I’ll raise my hand to...
The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)
The Path of Uncertainty
I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet. I don’t want to be quiet anymore. I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water of surrealism, and be home! Here, I am no one. There, I am someone. Oh, how I hate gazing into the mirror. May as well be prison bars between my Utopian realm and this one. I’ll raise my hand to...
#depression
#suicide
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
713 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
13th May 2019 6:55am
13th May 2019 6:55am
midnights lurk in my shallows
indigo truth haunts
it finds its place in my heart and there it stays
reaper of all my tomorrows
I dream thoughts for the best of me
I get left with the rest of me
the awful bits stand true
when all else falls away
it's these days I'm faced with who I am really
not who I would like to be
or even who I pretend to be
just the broken, bitter glass
who shatters when put under stress
seems I can't take the pressure
my virtues are overshadowed by vice ...
it finds its place in my heart and there it stays
reaper of all my tomorrows
I dream thoughts for the best of me
I get left with the rest of me
the awful bits stand true
when all else falls away
it's these days I'm faced with who I am really
not who I would like to be
or even who I pretend to be
just the broken, bitter glass
who shatters when put under stress
seems I can't take the pressure
my virtues are overshadowed by vice ...
#love
#depression
#bipolar
569 reads
12 Comments
PYGsWhisper
PYGs Whisper
PYGs Whisper
Poem Published
8th Apr 2019 4:14pm
8th Apr 2019 4:14pm
Life Plays With Death
I’ve been needing your lies
I’ve been craving your poison
I’ve been missing your demons
I’ve been loving your hater
While I was playing with death
While it was fucking me upside down
While I was freezing face to hell
I’ve been moaning your name
When my hands were trembling
When my soul was jumping
When my veins were twisting
I howled your April’s farewell
Once Azrael was invited
And the sky was open
Then my mind got naked
Your...
I’ve been craving your poison
I’ve been missing your demons
I’ve been loving your hater
While I was playing with death
While it was fucking me upside down
While I was freezing face to hell
I’ve been moaning your name
When my hands were trembling
When my soul was jumping
When my veins were twisting
I howled your April’s farewell
Once Azrael was invited
And the sky was open
Then my mind got naked
Your...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#bipolar
755 reads
2 Comments
ThaLostPoet
Poem Published
29th Mar 2019 4:27am
29th Mar 2019 4:27am
Siren Song
Ever since I can remember, I’ve allowed the sun to beat me home
Because I was always far too busy making pain look easy
Too soiled by my lust for giving benefits to friends, turning them into lovers, only in the end, to have them as nothing at all
For they covet the benign lines that lie beneath my grin; Which silently tell the tales of how no one is faithful
So, surrounded by the ruins of my oblivion
I stand before myself, shattered pieces of a man
Paralyzed from my circumstances. Inevitably stuck in a vicious cycle of smoking my...
Because I was always far too busy making pain look easy
Too soiled by my lust for giving benefits to friends, turning them into lovers, only in the end, to have them as nothing at all
For they covet the benign lines that lie beneath my grin; Which silently tell the tales of how no one is faithful
So, surrounded by the ruins of my oblivion
I stand before myself, shattered pieces of a man
Paralyzed from my circumstances. Inevitably stuck in a vicious cycle of smoking my...
#bipolar
#confessional
#addiction
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2 Comments
Robereg41
Poem Published
30th Nov 2018 2:35am
30th Nov 2018 2:35am
Lithium Lollipop
The doctor asks me if I ever hear voices and, at first, I wasn't sure how to answer him.
Do demons squeal at me billowing smoke out of the radio and car vents telling me to strip naked and stalk the president?
No. But my own whispers death licking hot condensation on my neck, like that scene in alien.
It tells me I'm worthless and the world is a gun pointed at my head, chamber spinning like russian roulette.
They don't hiss at me through speakers they sit smoking a cigarette in a pair of Nike sneakers and a t shirt that says "Just do it."
But, I tell him no, I don't...
Do demons squeal at me billowing smoke out of the radio and car vents telling me to strip naked and stalk the president?
No. But my own whispers death licking hot condensation on my neck, like that scene in alien.
It tells me I'm worthless and the world is a gun pointed at my head, chamber spinning like russian roulette.
They don't hiss at me through speakers they sit smoking a cigarette in a pair of Nike sneakers and a t shirt that says "Just do it."
But, I tell him no, I don't...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
541 reads
1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2017 10:50pm
2nd Sep 2017 10:50pm
Wunnerfully Watta World Wee Make
friday? (what's'a friday?)
IT
was just friday lastweek-----or m'be
th'at
was a
month or two,three
a g o...............what
are you tryin't'pull here?
any'way?
thee days of a lifeTime have no names other than those
which Our Abstractly Distracted Minds
...
IT
was just friday lastweek-----or m'be
th'at
was a
month or two,three
a g o...............what
are you tryin't'pull here?
any'way?
thee days of a lifeTime have no names other than those
which Our Abstractly Distracted Minds
...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#philosophical
#mystery
#SelfDiscovery
517 reads
4 Comments
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