Sonnet Mental Illness Poems

If the Muse bolts from me, I'll love her more
     still and pen heartfelt songs of forlorn rhymes;
   ...

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???You are a riddle wrapped in stormy skies,
A puzzle box with ever-changing locks.
I am the scholar who forever tries
To understand your paradoxical talks.
One moment, you're...

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Who knows who are the casualties of war? 
Are they the wounded, maimed, and all the dead?
Who counts the orphans, widows, those displaced?
The untold truth,...

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I walk into my mom’s room, filled with fear,
As nausea is bubbling in my core.
I say nothing, it’s already clear;
I took a b’ttle of pills...

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Nothing beats the relief I felt those nights,
Those nights where all the stress melted away,
Four nights, total peace, no w’rry in sight.
As the pills were...

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My mind invaided with overwhelming thoughts.
I don't care, I surrender my clean streak.
I climb up the stairs at a complete loss, 
And retrieve the blade...

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For manic, listless, bipolar, mad souls,
     the rate of solitude increases fast, 
     like the second derivative;...

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O bipolar, harass me nevermore!
     Depart from me! For Easter Sunday's here,
     a comfort which transforms this...

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When solitude is all I'll ever know,
     and the moonlight's all the friend in my world,
as winds of warmth for me...

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This intrusion on my psyche tosses
a faint desire for up-smelling roses.
My shrink says this urge imposes losses
that the former countereffect poses.

I'm unable to muster the...

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The day my mind folded over the highway. 
in sunny Florida citrus surrounded me 
the breeze was just right as oranges danced. 
with lemons scents...

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time travels heavily in rousing screech
to strangle smiles from mind's untold
my waving grimace implored beseech
under shadowed cleft of chalky Wold
where lapping rays of yellowed gloss
and...

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“To be, or not to be?” asked Hamlet's soul, 
      a mind transfixed between looming limbo 
and life's thin, airy...

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My bears' beard came in when I turned eighteen.
I dipped my audacity in manhood
and it spit me out like sugarless tea.
The trenches near sent me...

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A meal worm eats me like a gourd of flesh,
     this slimy beast I dread; two weeks or more
until my heart's...

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