Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Nov 2024 BipolarBear
Sia Harms
a jar of pennies,
sloshing around
and clinking—
it is poor
and rusting—
My mind, that is.
I
Am
Not
Okay
'Cause
They're
Going to
Find a way
To capture
Us both and i
Will have to
Run away to
A special
Setting
That is
Just a
Land
All
In
I
.
First time writing something like this, I NEED TO FIX UP MY VOCABULARY..
(also, the last word would be "me" but it didnt fit)
 Nov 2024 BipolarBear
Eloisa
After lengthy days of torment and grief
Braving the cold, remained the last leaf
Feeling the slightest breeze
She slowly danced with grace and ease
Like a ballerina driven by the sound of her heartbeat
She made her final dance
And with her gorgeous golden autumn wings
She’s now ready for winter’s frigid embrace
In the silence of the night, my eyelids close,  
Yet shadows creep and in darkness, they impose.  
Dreams shift like smoke, a haunting parade,  
Whispers of the past in memories replayed.  

You slip through my fingers, a phantom in the night,  
A flicker of hope lost in the fading light.  
I reach for your essence, but you drift away,  
A wisp of nostalgia, just beyond the fray.  

Tears fall like rain, a storm in my soul,  
Anger and sorrow take their toll.  
With you by my side, I could find a way,  
To trust in a world that led me astray.  

But here in this darkness, I'm left all alone,  
A heart full of longing, a mind overthrown.  
If only you'd linger, if only you'd stay,  
Together we’d face the dawn of a new day.
 Nov 2024 BipolarBear
Emma
For it was not anger but sorrow—
At the Abandonment—laid bare—
The dandelion—blown to pieces—
Wishes scattered—everywhere.

She could hear their Thoughts—their Fears—
A chorus—soft—yet sharp—
She wished to hide inside herself—
A hollow—without a harp.

Self-medication’s quiet needle—
Addiction’s velvet glove—
She yearned for Home—but found illusion—
A mirage—far from Love.

She stared into the blank horizon—
Falling—farther still—
A call for asylum—ghostly scribes—
No cure for her ill will.

They stopped questioning the Overdose—
What happens—must occur—
We take precautions—but in the end—
The void—we will still endure.

He lied—his promises dissolving—
No Trust resides in Truth—
Sabotaged—her fragile Being—
An existence—gone uncouth.

The grace of a lone sparrow falters—
Circles—spiraling near—
Yet never reaching—centers hollow—
 Nov 2024 BipolarBear
akiko
Smile through the storm, pretend it's fine,
Hide the rage, bury the line
Fake the joy, mask the ache,
Hiding tears that start to break

"Be happy," they say, "just play the game"
But inside, it's nothing but shame
Smile, fake it, wear the mask
But deep inside, I’m done with the task
 Nov 2024 BipolarBear
Dianali
I saw strength—
Arms that once held me,
Protected me
Turned into fragility:

The weakened shadow
Of the bravest man.—

I saw and I stood
Powerless,
Tears holding,
fears hounding.

I stood powerless,
wanting to give
some of my years
To the one heart
that gave me
Everything.
Tore me up to write this. I crumbled inside.
It became real.
Next page