Holly Bohto Poet Free verse

bipolar 1 is a son of a gun

looking inside becomes a weighty endeavor
peeping outside is in no way better
hypomania, baby what a blast that phase is
going 100 miles an hour with no seat belt or helmet
giving in to the whims of the moment the universe is
beyond colorful. how do u explain the crash of the century..breaking bones inside the minds finding clarity;  in nothing particular but flying by to find the mind is gone haywire.

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akira artly September 26, 2026 at 5:25 AM I am sending you soup mail cause i cant send at the rate here Holly Bohto September 26, 2026 at 12:33 PM that's a smart idea..I'll check my soup mail

Holly Bohto September 26, 2026 at 1:49 AM

akira artly September 25, 2026 at 1:05 PM I've really been enjoying your poem and the emotions and imagery were so vivid that i could easily picture them as beautiful illustration. I'm a commission-based manga/webtoon artist,and I’d love to discuss the possibility of bringing this poem to life if you're ever interested. Feel free to reach out at gm@il : akiracomicart2@ or on inst@: akiraa_artly Holly Bohto September 26, 2026 at 1:51 AM do you have an email address because I don't recognize these..and I'm not on instagram.and is a writer interested in writing..hell yes...