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 feeling, a flavor
Peppered with light,
But pouring out – fight or flight,
Willing the spirit to mute
What is a glorious ruse.
Nadir deceptions in the form
Of acceptance, darkness and light,
Fading into day, then night,
Manic depression – bipolar like
The questions
That come to life
When there is no prescription,
Killing the sparklers
Within my mind, within my brain
Where bipolar is made
From two pieces of a maze,
A labyrinth who prays,
For God’s healing touch,
His endless grace,
Overflowing my cup, bringing
The chance to wake up
From the sleeplessness that pursues
Enemy of His truth,
Insomnia, the ruse!
Lovely Jen a poetic romantic
A mask she hated with the pandemic
Rhinestone, pearls, a smiley face
She decorated the lace
Her boyfriend though she was kind of manic.
6/1/2022
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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.
“Fear whispers worry into your ear, anxiety into your hopes and doubt into your faith… Love whispers hope and peace” – by poet
With a brain washed pale
By voices thundering
Silent screams echoing through me
Clearing away the debris
Of disappointment and disillusionment
My mind darkened on a clear night
No stars twinkled through my thoughts
And the blaze of my heart
Was smothered beneath the darkness
That was like a consuming fire
Shooting flames through my mind
Resonating fear and doubt
Clouding my soul with black suspicion
Breaking away all the hope and faith
Pouring disgust through my veins
Marking the way for desolation
Despair and waves of guilt
That sauntered across my emotions
Coloring me in hues of gray
Bipolar disorder screamed
Beneath a mask of whispers
And I cried – tears of desperation
Tears that flowed out of me
Relentless, unceasingly
And I prayed for peace
That only God could bring to me
Philippians 4:7 (King James Version) And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
March 23, 2021
For You - The Lady I loved
What an angel you are
Cute, beautiful and a star
I listen and I hear you, but you’re no longer here
You are a superstar, that used to sing in my ear
I wish I could have been there with you in your head
Or found the words that we should have said
To make it better I never knew
What I was supposed to do
Your songs are forever on my mind
My world was yours until it declined
Oh, if I could turn back the clock
So, we could maybe still work it out
I still love you now like no other
Forgive me my love that I was not stronger
Please hear my songs that make me fondly remember you
I hope you are at peace, I really do
All my Love
DAMO
MANIC DEPRESSION
There is a well of blackened brine,
That knows no dell of air or sunshine,
A volatile fire, it consumes the heart,
The mind, the spirit, it rends apart.
And when the hell spawn is loosened in the night,
Beneath the mad moon, bereft of hope, and stripped of light,
The long, corridor where candles flicker
Makes the dark malevolent, the fog grows thicker,
Until all hope is banished-
Hell has arrived
With steely claws which rise from fire
Doom- demise, gloom beyond reason.
There is no blame, no tangible treason.
And the hallow wind courses through the soul,
Devouring dreams, swallowing whole
All of Neptune's promise,
The rings of Saturn.
An outcast that does fall
You are thrown into the endless pit,
Devoid of stars,
In a maddened, mortal, tortured fit.
JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
Two sides
Double life
In her head, how can she decide.
The happiness of the day,
The mournfulness of the night.
With the sun she rises like lilies in spring time,
Until the sunset, death steals away her joy,
Bringing nothing but the pain she endured throughout
Her short life. It devours her soul.
She cries for help, trying to explain.
The so called loved ones just cover up,
Instead of trying to heal that pain.
Is it her fault?
Straight out of the womb;
Was this to be her everlasting curse?
Or is there a cure for this illness?
She wonders why people won’t love her.
Her…for…her.
All she wants in this life, to be normal.
No pills forced down her throat,
No more tears
No more aggressive tones
Normal life is all she wants.
So she prays,
“Dear Lord,
My life, my soul,
I hope you take.”
Manic-Depression
An illness that consumes me
Speaking endless lies to me
Misconstruing the world for me
Refusing to set me free
Binding me to self destructive tendencies
Cheating me of what life could be
Supressing the love within me
Strengthening the anger buried inside of me
Distorting the truth right before me
Making me too blind to see
In a subtle way
She sighed
Even how she waited
Why won’t the sky fall tonight?
Why are these memories mine?
I could take her in my arms
tonight
And I could take this PAIN
And what if it never rains…
Can I kiss these clouds
goodbye?
Underneath her spell
And safe in between her smile
It was the subtle way she sighed
And so desperately she waited
Without her in my arms tonight
All I can feel is PAIN
And these clouds, will they ever fade?
Why are these memories mine?
WHY ARE THESE MEMORIES
MINE?
Mum and Dad I had strange
feelings of being bad, feelings
that brought me down crashing
to the ground.
I had self doubt
gave into fear, I let dread run
away with my head. At that time
my mind was broken my thoughts
went haywire. Something else had
my control and was provoking fear
dread and nonsense. Everything
going on was such a mess.
I had
a sense that everyone was bad,
I focused on my light my biggest
shining light. Little Alex was my
happy thought that night all else
is a cloud of regret, I wish I had
never left my bed.
In a subtle way
She sighed
Even how he waited
Why won’t the sky fall tonight?
Why are these memories mine?
I could take him in my arms
tonight
And I could take this PAIN
And what if it never rains…
Can I kiss these clouds
goodbye?
Underneath his spell
And safe in between his smile
It was the subtle way he sighed
And so desperately he waited
Without him in my arms tonight
All I can feel is PAIN
And these clouds never fade
Why are these memories mine?
WHY ARE THESE MEMORIES
MINE?
Some days I love you,
I gave you my heart.
Other days you break it,
and tear it apart.
my life was almost perfect
until you came around.
Your memory still haunts me,
and your voice is always found.
All the "no's" and "what-if's" ,
come rearing ugly heads.
you have my mind,
and you never let it go.
Mr. Blue, welcome back.
I hope you like me well.
Because first you must destroy
me, your fragile poster child.
In my bubble
I feel safe and warm
No one to hurt me
Or bring me harm
A knock on the door
And I am filled with fear
I look through the peephole
To see who is here
I hide inside
I dare not open the door
Each knock grips my heart
I fall gently to the floor
Why am I scared
Why do I cry
Manic then depressed
These pills are my only ally
I long to be normal
I long to be free
I wish for these things
That never will be
Manic depression
A frustrating mess
The song rings true
I must confess
My friends do not know
The horror of my disease
I hide it well
To set them at ease
Exultant and angry
My moods sharply changed
I push people away
They find themselves estranged
Is this the fate
I must accept
Forever alone
Socially inept
I cry at night
Wishing for an end
Is my life worth living
A lonely prayer I send
I wait for an answer
That never seems to come
Has God forsaken me
His broken little son
In my bubble
I feel safe and warm
No one to hurt me
Or bring me harm
Manic Depression is all she can say,
Manic Depression her moods swing
that way.
One minute shes up, one minute shes down
riding her manic merry-go-round.
So, if she doesn't answer her front door or,
her phone it only means please leave her alone
and, do not take it personally these manic phases
that you see.
It's a chemical imbalance inside her brain that makes
her act a little insane and, the medication for her head
makes her feel a little dead.
So she does not take it everyday in hopes that her mania
will go away this is why shes up, shes down, riding her manic
merry-go-round.
Now, let her beat to her own drum, shes not hurting anyone
shes just trying to figure out what her manic depression is
all about.
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