The next time you cry,
Acknowledge the warmth of those salty tears upon your cheeks.
That is what it is to be alive.
To have,
To had.
The moment.
I assure you in those lonely moments,
You will feel how strong you are,
How resilient.
You can survive this life,
If only,
You Acknowledge
Manic depressive
3 cups of coffee to keep me awake, astray the train of my thoughts.... Far away, have it your way.
Blue the state of my emotions, like a blue baby please medicate me into a state of meditation.
2 packs of Marlboro to ease the pain, refrain from shame and maybe yes today l feel less insane, though the voices in my head mute, their echoes still vibrate.
1 Heineken into the twilight, l feel so alive, nostalgia as the Phill Collins record spins over and over again like the euphoric state l am in right now, the manifestation of trance music and the mellifluous touch of ecstacy, this is paradise... Nimbus please take me home.
One too many pills, moist the state of my heart, cloudy yawn as lethargy takes over my body, slowly drowsing my stamina...
Dreamland, the irksome journey begins again.
Dancing prancing
cry cry cry
Whirling twirling
die die die
Up on the roof top
Laughing with maniacal glee
Saddest moment ever
Keeping this to myself, as you can see
Shopping, buying everything in sight
Wishing someone would unplug me
Or turn out the light
Life of the party, collecting strangers all around
Falling fast, and hard, maybe to never again
Fully be found.
Dancing prancing
Cry cry cry
Bi-polar fun.
Why? Why? Why?
Trump Paranoid and Manic Depressive
By Trump everyone has been annoyed;
Highly paranoid and we want to avoid;
Disaster like Titanic;
Depressive and manic;
Absence from White House will be enjoyed.
Jim Horn
If I skip sleep and skip my med's tonight
against my doctor's warning, I'll soon hear
the strident voices trumpet loud and clear,
unnerving me,--trust me, it's no delight!
When I'm bipolar I fail to comply
and manias become fearfully near
'til I'm committed three times ev'ry year;--
it's a pain that puts my life on standby.
Life with my ups and downs can be frantic,
a crucible, a challenge, and a test;
at times this mad disease makes me panic
with madness, brilliance, and profound unrest
so frightful; (O God, help me when I'm manic!)
alas, its curse is rapture that's unblest!
The Manic Depressive Cycle
I breathe into my lungs and soul,
The wind beneathe the bright blue sky.
My spirit stares into the sun,
And burns its passion on my mind.
Through unseen tears I watch myself,
Speak lines drawn from a comic play.
From dark warm depths I tear my heart,
And place it, bleeding, on your tray.
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