Bipolar Disorder Support Group
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I love the art of poetry! Lets see yours!!!
I'll start with one I just wrote:
We meet once again, you, my epiphany-
Youve come to me at last
In the form of a dreadfully sour-sweet dream
Your ideas brush my mind
An artists last stoke of a masterpiece
My mind, body and soul
Come together in a great cacophony
Louder than the crash of nuclear atoms
Thats what it is, an atom bomb
Ive waited a life-time for you to return
Youre such a lovely being
I longed for your sweet beautiful to grace me once more
I fear for your absence, but,
For now, I will let you envelope me in the
Dream of divine identity
I'll start with one I just wrote:
We meet once again, you, my epiphany-
Youve come to me at last
In the form of a dreadfully sour-sweet dream
Your ideas brush my mind
An artists last stoke of a masterpiece
My mind, body and soul
Come together in a great cacophony
Louder than the crash of nuclear atoms
Thats what it is, an atom bomb
Ive waited a life-time for you to return
Youre such a lovely being
I longed for your sweet beautiful to grace me once more
I fear for your absence, but,
For now, I will let you envelope me in the
Dream of divine identity
i need to do my dishes.
there's no one to do them for me.
x fuck.
The grass is blue
These meds are strong
How are U?
They hurt,
Brutal
Arrows,
Sharp and curt,
A spilling flood in
Ruined nerves.
You get what you give,
With hardly a thought,
When you give what you can, and
Give what
You've
G
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t
my heart is pumping, thumping, rushing racing blood in my hand
;
society, ideas, coffee, business,
remnants of the piscean age where something was broken in me,
i keep the faith and bear the pain, my ego created in my heart mind frame
the seconds pass as do the hours , sometimes a minute is like 5 years to me.
a song comes to mind from the 60s a sentence felt with new feeling
as my guitar gently weeps..
days ago, years, maybe 7 i was a senior in high school.
what i knew then.
what i didn't know.
what i know now, but they don't know.
knowledge begins to mean nothing after missing love so long,
my god. what of these words, all of ths pain, you said you came they said it,i was there even ....nothing's making sense. nothing anything publicly taught to me.
and the private wellspring? how do i translate it into my life my every day living breathing waking sleeping world........i need help. i feel so alone. support me with your spirit. come to my aid...
maybe my faith is nothing,
a sham.
then you spoke to me today with word i know,
your voice i hear it through the rain, fog and snow.
if you can touch my spirit like this again, and i've been away this long,
certainly i have a change coming in my life.
the doubters, always there, the ones who's hearts .....where are they?
i've wanted,,,...
you so desperately, how did i lose touch?
my thoughts and feelings meld and mesh; unsorted, unseemly, unsightly ego mess.
to have communion with you once more, ,,,,,,
help me now help me yesterday, tomorrow and forever more...
a new journey is ahead- yet like the old but new instead.
i want to let go of all of these weights.
come back to me.--my love,
my king.
i can't express..... i can do nothing.
i know nothing, but i know everything through you.
maybe someday
the world and i will actually catch up with you.
but okay. haha. i'm done.
the last stanza, in particular, just slayed me.