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Give it to me please, oh sweet validation.
Relieve this bitter, dull life's frustration.
I dream honeyed words - of affirmation.
Such an inventive imagination.
Reposting this verse as a poem on its own :)
BipolarBear Oct 23
His face holds no flaw. His smile stops time.
His words paint a future in this willing mind.
He must be an angel of the Lord's design.
Yet, religion divides - it bars me from him.
How, Lord, is it possible? That he is a sin?
BipolarBear Oct 27
Found love just too late.
See 'hurt people, hurt people'
I ooze cherry red.
First haiku :)
Constantly chasing the future,
while clutching the past in my hands.
The present slips through these fingers,
elusive as desert sands.
A butterfly flew,
rather fluttered and floated;
contagious smiles grew.
Wasn't looking to rhyme this haiku... but I blame it on a butterfly :)
BipolarBear Oct 19
Once upon a time,
open, my pages lay.
An array of pictures and colours;
beautifully typed and evenly spaced
words on display.

Regrettably,
as the years went on,
my pages yellowed.
My ink warped and smudged.

Wonderfully formulated stories
morphed into
demented scribbles of desperation.
Affluence became affliction.
Reminiscence, rumination.

Alas tears
disfigure these pages.
Dust collected
through the ages.
Dog ears are carelessly
recurrent.
Once loved haphazardly,
now in voluntary abondment.

The glue
that binds me is
flaking, fracturing, fragmenting.
My spine is
cracking, crumbling, collapsing.

Duly I reside,
on the tip-top shelf.
Buried by self-preservation,
lies myself.
I obscure it all from another;
shrouded by a glossy, polished cover.

It is suffocatingingly lonesome in here,
oxygen is dear.

But can anybody
make familiar this language?  
Will anyone
discern these dark inky contusions?  
Shall someone
navigate the contents of my confusions?  

These pages
tell a lifetime
of valuable lessons within.
But I give paper cuts
to precious, porcelain skin.
This piece was inspired by finding myself in pain from suppressing negative emotions. A closed book is never a happy one, no matter how smiley the cover. I wish to open up again, but it will take time.
As I walk in the thirty degree heat.
Questions that haunt me, begin to repeat.
In the summer air, however, a breeze.
Air flows wistfully, calming me with ease.

Overthinkers can lose their lives in daydream.
Something grabs ahold of mine to save me.
I get the urge to recover self esteem.
My heart, soul and so relationships redeem.

Lord, I lost you and myself soon followed.
I have gone too long, a woman hollowed.
Now the way to you is clear but winding.
Continue to shine your light so blinding.

You are patient Lord, guide each of my feet.
When I step offtrack, help me not repeat.
Focusing on you, all questions answered.
Please take them all, I look not backward.
BipolarBear Oct 23
A shiny forehead;
accelerating pulse.

I'm anxious to win;
but thoughts escape me,
like smoke in the wind.

I lost hold of my-
self, clutching onto
this pen in my hand.

Always, I feel it
escalate - defeat:
my sinking sand.
BipolarBear Oct 20
I am not crazy.
Not to the naked eye.
On the inside however,
my humaness shines.

Yes I am crazy.
Revealing it only to you.
My love, we love to argue,
but I admit that you always knew...

The most sane thing I've done,
is be crazy about you.
'Well sweat dreams' she said.
'I have sweet day dreams' he said.
She blushed forever.
30/10/2024

Dear Dairy,

I know it's been a while.
I am so sorry.
I gave up.
I lost it all.
But we have two months of this year left.
Help me to pick up the pieces, one by one.
BipolarBear Oct 27
Dear friend,
from my past

Do not harbour those
bitter feelings please.  
We loved and we lost.
I needed you - you,
me - thus our paths crossed.

Don't grieve this chapter
spent with eachother.
You will always be
with me, and me you,
we carved the other.

I wish you the best.
May you grow, prosper,
love and all the rest.
I'm on my 4th highschool due to moving around a bunch. Countless friendships have formed and ruptured. When we are young we think that our best friends will be around forever, unfortunately this is not the case.
BipolarBear Oct 19
'Depression is like a blanket'
I heard a poor soul say.

At the time,
I could not sympathize.

Not until I felt that blanket...
And it smothered me slowly.

Ever tighter.
Ever heavier.
It was painful.
It was exhausting.

I did not know
what it was.
I did not know
for months.

Not until those little white pills,
extended to me by a nuturing hand.

The blanket lifted!
I breathed again.

But the air
was like ice,
burning
through my dusty lungs.

I could feel again.

But my thoughts
became deafening,
echoing
in my tidy mind.

I yearned to go back.

Depression
is like a blanket.
Can I survive the cold?
I was just a kid when I heard this phrase 'Depression is like a blanket.' I thought that it was nonsense. I whole heartedly hope that you do too. But if not, well I hope that this piece makes you feel seen and heard and a little less crazy. You are not alone. We can shiver and shake together until our hands become stable once more.
BipolarBear Oct 20
You are a dork
my love.
An unfortunate diagnosis.

For now
I am in love.
That dorkiness, my prognosis.
My muse is a dork
BipolarBear Oct 27
Thank you easy fix,
you took all my pain.

But I do not know
of what you contain.
I know not what is
changing in my brain.
Perhaps I have
a new ball and chain.

Psychiatrist please,
tell me what I'm on.
Thirty minute chat
'Let's try this, try that'
No, just please tell me
now where I am at.
I love 5 syllable lines :)
Inspired by fear and having no answers.
How I love that feeling when...
breathing is natural;
talking is effortless;
my balance I regain.
I sing along to happy songs -
living in sync again.
BipolarBear Oct 27
We attract like magnets,
I know you feel the pull.
But unbroken habits,
will puncture hearts once full.

My heart aches for you love,
It is hard to resist.
May we meet in a decade,
should these feelings persist.
BipolarBear Oct 23
Put ink to pen
and pen to paper,
the words and stories
will come later.

Never allowing
the water-flow out,
will end in damage,
destruction and drought.
BipolarBear Oct 27
Give it to me please, oh sweet validation.
Relieve this bitter, dull life's frustration.
I dream honeyed words - of affirmation.
Such an inventive imagination.

Oh please, kind stranger... A like for a like?
Comment for comment? Follow for follow?
Repost my poems, stories, pictures, tweets;
tiktoks, videos, quotes and recipes?

NO.

My phone is exiled, across stormy sea.
Numbers don't mean a dicky bird to me.

Thank you kind stranger,
for reading my piece.
Sighting me create -
finally release.
BipolarBear Oct 20
It is both comforting and terrifying.
I've never felt it at all.

I know not if it is love,
but now one thing is for sure;
I sure as hell have never
loved another boy before.

No human language can even explain.
I can never judge any two lovers again.
BipolarBear Oct 20
So maybe he does hate music,
but he loves it when I sing.

Maybe people can't change people,
but maybe love can always win.
We are so different and yet I wouldn't change a thing about him.
BipolarBear Oct 20
Every artist needs a muse.
For emotion
can neither be created nor destroyed.

It must be felt and expressed.
Each piece of art,
a replication
spurred by deep appreciation.

You my love,
could birth a city
of singers and musicians;
ballerinas and bakers;
painters, poets and pastry chefs.
BipolarBear Oct 23
I cannot take it,
the trillion triggers.

The impatient 'di-dum'
of posey fingers.
The conceited 'snip-snap'
of makeup-mirrors.
The piercing 'peep-peep'
of jeering fellows.
The stuck-up 'click-clack'
of sour stilettos.

Can the world please stop?
Just for a moment?
BipolarBear Oct 26
Polished pedestal,
solid and steady.
Up you go, my dear;
get yourself ready.

I will gawk and stare;
kneel, praise and compare.

Until my knees bruise,
ego worse for wear,
eyes ache and vocal
chords all waste away.

So, tell me abou-
nevermind darling.
Your charcater is
near done constructing.
Why do I do this to myself?
BipolarBear Oct 27
Is it me or is it the pill?
A question I ask daily.
Is it will or clinical?
I think it is me mainly.

But awhile mentally ill,
memories become hazy.
Think back, Harley Quinn, until,
before you were so crazy.

Thirteen years old, childlike thrill,
I have not felt sane lately.
Doctor, that girl I did ****,
too weak to put it straightly.

What is abnormal, when I recall normalcy vaguely?
14 lines of 7 syllables -
an odd number for an odd poem :)

Inspired by the fact that I can't decipher what is a side effect when I have felt out of it for so long. I have formed a little web of issues before getting help for the original culprit of my pain.
BipolarBear Oct 20
I was just a kid.
I did not know what I was doing.

I was just a kid.
A kid in debilitating pain.
It was unbearable
to be awake.

It was impossible
to grab hold
of the bright future  
that was slipping through my fingers.

Locked in my own body.
Stripped of free will.
Unstable on my own two feet.
Bed bound for eternity.

I found a relief.
Something which gave me hope.
It held me up like crutches,
and enabled me to keep going.

I am still a kid.
A kid who cannot stand
without crutches anymore.

Please do not take them away.
Please do not let me fall.
We will never reach tomorrow.
Yesterday no longer exists.
Remaining always in today,
live in the present or lose it.
BipolarBear Oct 20
Never at all  
did I understand love songs before.

To 'do anything' for a smile,
simply couldn't be true.
Until you grinned,
and I looked at you.

Never at all  
did I understand marriage before.

To give up oneself,
your ambitions and goals.
Do it all for your family
and unite your souls.

It perplexed me how
they knew it would work.
Until one look at you.
Then my love, I learnt.
#love #romance #trust #fallen #marriage #lovesongs #smile #family
Oh to weave those thoughts into words;
how I yearn to learn your pattern.
I trip, I fall, I bruise, it hurts;
misunderstanding - a deadly casm.

Unspoken words to skin, it burns;
decipher the pain I cannot.  
While speech departs, action returns;
but without breath, our bond will rot.

Thus I reach out, unsteady, unsure;
hopeful to mend our silent rift.
Take my hand in yours I implore;
pull me closer, or grant our drift.

For the ground gives way bit by bit;
rough, festering seas lie beneath.
Water our seed, do not flood it;
rosebuds thrive on a renounced heath.
Contrasting love languages convey similar messages, but can we learn to speak eachother's?
It is not goodbye.
it is just see you later...
that's much easier.
BipolarBear Oct 27
I have missed you rain.
Water flow, take me away -
our icy escape.

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