Bipolar Poems - Poems about Bipolar

I am a purple prisoner of poetry For when I can’t write woe is me Darkens my sky the flowetry Enriches my life the soul of me Some do drugs roll with me I just do hugs go with me Grasping the love of a sheet Of paper, pen and ink is peace Muse is a turquoise tool guides me Ideas are precious jewels...

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Just how much courage does it take? ...

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My supervisor is a young, soft spoken Asian gal... Who averted my eyes as she handed me my end of the year "compensation award statement". For working weekends and holidays being an absentee on birthdays and funerals (thank God). Despite the company riding the gilded air currents like a diamond studded albatross, I'll get seventy-three cents an hour raise. I met her eyes...

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I could not stop crying No idea why Sobbing and shaking Horrified at myself I am usually manic I am great at manic Manic is my go-to-place I LOVE being manic I had been going strong for three days No sleep needed. Writing poems, painting pictures, Playing with my dogs I never put it together Because I had never been sobbing, keening, wailing me before I am on Lithium...

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bipolar rages... can you smell it in the air? a storm's a'comin' she feels off today tomorrow's too far away ~ help her to be well...

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How did this happen lying in bed feeling nothing being nothing incomplete....

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In shadows deep where silence dwells,?Three tiny hearts weave whispered spells,?They dance in dreams with eyes of light,?Unaware of the encroaching night. A father’s laughter, a guiding hand,?Now echoes faint like steps on sand,?Bipolar’s grasp, a stormy tide,?Tore through their world, their gentle guide. He wore his smile like a fragile mask,?And fought the demons,...

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why cant i disconnect when i stop having fun, leave this server and find a new one, I know we never ask to play, but still im begging anyway, I’m sick and tired of this game, and struggle hiding my disdain, for still having to entertain, these words inscribed inside my brain, written red, its better than the awful things i’d do instead, so here...

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Sleep escaped, Without a farewell, She had not the grace To aspire my light, She proved to be darker Than her gaze, Glaring, glowering, Glowing with madness, Bipolar’s destroyer – two sides of the coin Despair, dread, doubt – depression Delight, elation, wired – manic Stages of dark and light, Day and night, A breath, a prayer, a silence Flooded with fire – Cold, brilliant desire…. Where she kindles a flame, A...

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There was a day when my brain turned against me thirsting for daily dose of medication. My thoughts grew dim and every day more cloudy as if in fear of some intimidation. I fought against growing sense of agony words eluding my desired ambition. But the day came when the lights came back on Words spewing forth in an unending ribbon....

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There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death, And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth. He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape, One...

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To You, With Love, From Me Please know I too have felt there is nothing left, been afraid, and out of hope. Please know I too have felt there is nothing left and did not know if I could cope. Please know that I too have felt alone and watched my strength drift beyond my view. Please know...

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Sorry no fear from A bipolar inmates sending terrorists threats through political powers instead of sending me threats from Man die Queen pin for a day giving false statements how's that going she's enraged jealous ready to stab again blood was everywhere over and over again bipolar prisoner wisconsin woman's prison repeatedly violent because she...

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When I am up, every sky is a boundless, cloudless expanse of brilliantly blinding blue. When I am up, I am William the Conqueror and William Shakespeare and William Jennings Bryan all in one. When I am up, life is an eternity of perfect days punctuated by soul-shaking truths at every turn. When I am up, every person...

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For manic, listless, bipolar, mad souls, the rate of solitude increases fast, like the second derivative; to last, velocity accelerates near black holes, which tug light into singularity's sinkhole. If isolation never speeds up past, if desolation, forever steadfast, must for...

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