Angelica Grier Poet Free verse

Perplexed Poetess

Words for how I feel sometimes don't I have 
Sometimes feelings that just are my that feelings 
That my soul plague episodes emotional 
Which cannot words explain 
Phenomenon a strange and weird 
On Files stuff some X 
Me you and have a relationship bipolar 
I you like now but minutes I won't in five 
You me love but you love don't I 
Nothing fair there is an about exchange uneven 
Loved to be I want but I you hate that me love 
You love I want to can't but I just 
No sense makes it at all 
The head and heart in my confusion that swirls 
Creating together twists the venom bitterest 
Protection my own for I spit 
Myself defending genuine words from your 
So hard trying to be not that girl stupid 
Stupid I'm anyway for something rebuking so authentic 
Futile efforts are my

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Vicky Tsiluma August 14, 2012 at 4:15 PM I love this Angelica. The manner in which you've brought out the theme certainly builds up on it. Love the creativity! Angelica Grier August 16, 2012 at 10:16 PM Thank you!!!

Rockman Pritts August 12, 2012 at 12:51 AM Before I comment, please tell me that you were just trying to paint a picture of the mind of a bipolar person. And if you are that person, I appologize. But it sounds more like dyslexia in your writing. I know some people who are bipolar. I can name some celebraties who are bipolar. No two cases are the same. This is really a hard write to critique because I don't know the reasoning behind it. If it's genuine, then my heart goes out to you. If it's playful, then shame on you. I can say no more. Angelica Grier August 13, 2012 at 5:33 PM Thank you for reading my poem. I would have been happy to elaborate on this poem had you not demanded me to do so as if I owe you an explanation. My creative choices are my creative choices. You don’t have to like them, you don’t have to agree with them, and you certainly don’t have to critique them. Rockman Pritts August 12, 2012 at 12:56 AM I could say no more because I ran out of space. Please elaborate on this write if you would like us to know more.