Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

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My Perfect Type of You, Bipolar

Can I love and will I ever feel want,
Smooth skin, soft with a perfect line.
I stand in the castle upon a sheer hill,
The castle of my own confine.

It’s a chilling reflection on water at night,
From our living, breathing full moon.
You’re my eye of the storm sitting in the middle,
Of a raging swirling typhoon.

I cascade and I spiral out of control,
Inside I’m every beautiful crazy rainbow.
Floating alone not steering deep down,
Free falling through my silent grotto.

When I drown you’re my air in a bubble you live,
Floating through space in the open and blue.
My quarter past ten in the greenest of forests,
You're my timber, my perfect type of you.

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Holly Bohto July 25, 2016 at 1:50 PM Bipolar this is not. It is artistry at a universal level. It's the gifted and highly creative. When you suppress your emotions and don't turn them into art that's when the fire storm starts. Lewis Raynes July 25, 2016 at 3:34 PM Hi holly, I tried to describe the emotional and mental loss of control in the mind of bipolar with this write, I hope its somewhere close. Thanks for ur comment :)

Andrea Dietrich June 29, 2016 at 11:35 PM Gosh, this is so interesting. I am left wondering if the bipolar is a different person or if you are loving that aspect of your own self, which would be so amazing because it would show such a positive attitude. a great write, Lewis!! Lewis Raynes June 29, 2016 at 11:40 PM thanks Andrea, it's all me until the last line, when it's my perfect partner