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Bipolar Poetry From The Mind Of A Manic-depressive Person
Intersection of those pupils Caresses the cornea to post visions I long to tell you a trillion things They're said through our connected eye strings My soul no longer tumbles There's a focal point to dance around No longer the two are forced to tumble I saw you that day The desolate find an early release Reconciliation from the world of the living To have the pain cut short Without feeling the pleasure, awaiting A certainty that already is Brought from the recesses of mind A cold, dark warmth God is an idea Comes mistake form, missing meaning Euphoria of love, drugs, sex, art The oneness of us all Part even for the small We are sacred, luminous beings Caged and freed in animal bodies The day that was night Any day in any way A familiar touch I thought let me down to stray Cracked through the eggshell Depression order of a general clay Melts away our meat-walls Seeing us, at once Madness Conceiving so much Constructing so little Minute maps That aren't drawn in time Never to be explored Jump into the black pit You'll never come out the same Then behold the Light of her Name Sheeted waves of warm, red stature Passing through an infinite spiral tube Orgasms and death soothe the creature The moment caught We mingled that day, seeing Great towers of steel forcefully gestated Lure onlookers abroad Tall owed by a wanting of intensity Masses peer into the visions of pixels Varying degrees of ballistics envelope the rider An awkward palate of physics In this manner, senses are becoming Manifest embroideries Birth of this splendor Behold a venture of death Imprints itself on the subconscious Precursor to rippling flesh A sacred, assuring thought I take dreams off a boundless board Images of color give to me An explosive reward Shall I expose myself? Let others see my living innards Sliced from toe to gullet A horrific, bloody engine Supplements and traps within Disgusting other with bluntness Heart giving, taking life fluid A shrunken liver Ridiculed for excessive energy Dissipated unto others Stomach eager to digest Send awareness to my mind Fluctuate fills to indulge Seeds sown in an unsure breath Keep the machine running Scripted pain splashed on ground wood Put on a mental meal plate So many stuffing contents down Indifferent, lifeless numbers and letters I cannot ingest this factual dogma My sustenance bile's forth, ingesting ways And this is meant to help me Cleanse me of wrong doings People will never know Never the experience of others Dramatic, random worlds Born into, but pliable Connection is fathomed Portrayed as a smile Or a grimace Pulled Decision found to be Neutral, swaying Seconds spontaneously Tossing thoughts, actions Every choice runs Through space, time passions Conjured deception Shadows from the dark Conceived in hate Mistaken for power Phantoms of energy Caress the wounds of old They stretch out to kill the mockingbird Cut the wings to bloodied hate See strings ripped asunder Drops of violence Death by numbers Millions, billions One to part from the world Far flung dreams are captured Day to day, every second Long to splash in the pool Is a ripple the only consequence? Faces, souls, actions, cast Into an anecdotal pool of remembrance Pain, death, joy, orgasm Meld into every facet Fear is forgotten Toss aside casual greeting Delve into an episode without footing Your arm is longer then eyes can see No slowing down to see the skins sheeting Puncture wounds, torn apart Upsetting the gaze, no sparks to deem We burn a light our own The length those eyes can see Let go We can fly Don't die In remorseful tears Toss energy to and fro Expending while expanding Let go Which is the greater tragedy? To be born with gift and suffer The consequences of madness Or to be born gift less Never to know the madness A feeling appeared I know it's there Felt it, knew it Circles of consciousness Symmetric bonds of gravity Glimpses of hope Cut into your heart Deeper than thought Left alone to see this place Nothing here but empty disgrace Cuts up your heart Cuts up your heart Cuts of your heart? Moments of blood is what he is fed Moments of red is what she'll dread Lists of lives draw together Plotted on empty boards Pain brings out life A sharp spike of emotion Contrast to the light wings The flesh does what pleases Leaves absent matter reeling Spilled between the partitions Life's one continual experience States of inebriation, clarity Longed for that which Is already there Cast into spectrum's To find god in music The bass, angels The treble, prayers Lyrical prose The divine saviors End it all of a sudden Or leave random events Lost in time Unnoticed, forgotten The difference, negligible One ant among billion Of an ancient god Defiant among many Curiosity is painful Let go of this bar Cold lies, sheathed in dogma Greased in the fear of disrespect Struggled to grapple on You'll slip down, down Swallowed a curse I love I want to tell you everything These minute thoughts Last lifetimes in my mind More precious then diamonds Lost in the dusts of coal These glimpses of my form Could open a mountain of gods between us This pain Wanting to live Each second, each lifetime Perfectly, I want a new story Where the villain lives True justice Of an uncertain world Direction, sustain:an illusion Lives are but a series of movements Unplanned for thoughts,feelings Embrace the prehistoric call Rejecting society Previously designed coordinated tenures That's just some of the things that randomly pop into my head everyday. When people read them, often I see them wincing or looking extremely confused. Sometimes when I look into the eyes of a bipolar person, I see the reflection of my own madness. Article Directory: http://www.articledashboard.com Alexander Dott is a bipolar man searching for ways to maintain sanity while surrounded by sane people. He finds and researches the habits of other manic-depressives through via an interesting and humorous method he muses about at: alxdott.blogspot.com/ |
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