Best Hypomanic Poems

Living With A Myth

How dares one to speak of disability and live with it to tell the story narrate 
                      the hardship soft embrace...

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Hot mess,
Bipolar express.
Welcome to my hypomanic hell,
Depression so intense 
It feels like a spell.

Mania,
The broken wheel on your shopping cart
That makes you really good at art.
Depression,
The isolation station
That it kills your imagination....

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I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryears' love lying
uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying
to escape as a means of a venerable excuse for me to 
decimate this flesh and...

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I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
Because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
Frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryear's love lying
Uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying               ...

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Through a veil of gossamer obscurity.
Passing thoughts in chaotic chorus diminishing the ordered regime.
No place for the  mundane to dwell.
Who sees it? Who knows it?
Who lives through the manic,hypomanic and the depressive?
Each dawning brings  a new perspective seen through bevelled glass,
but changeable, within...

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I wake up everyday
I feel like a different person
Maybe that sounds clichè
But not for someone with bipolar
Every episode indicates who am I
Who have I been through all these years?
Was I just the funny, energetic girl everyone loved to see?
Or was it just the hypomanic episodes...

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