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How come our political rallies
Could easily look like white supremacist rallies?
Pretending there is no relation,
Didn't we abolish segregation?
Being bipolar is an emotional ride
Everyday you feel differently elevated yet so alive
I used to feel like I had to be high to get by
Letting these emotions clash together and collide
It was an amazing experience to let them slip on by
Just getting that weight lifted off my mind
But as time passes I’m learning to let it thrive
Because being bipolar will always be part of my life
I shouldn’t feel the need to apologize for my state of mind
Depression, mood swings and anxiety fly on by
Working on myself I for once in my life feel alive
Sober thoughts and a healthier mind
Time to enjoy this little joy ride
I’m starting to feel like myself again, oh how I’ve missed this. Life is a bunch of ups and downs, but you have to accept it is what it is and keep thriving forward.
Vinyl is so final
It can quickly turn the table
And just for the record
The surface is scratched
About half way down your back
In disdain we repeat the refrain
But I fear this time next year
The goodnight kiss we'll skip
I cannot say for certain
When we lost our groove
Broken but never spoken
We wear it on our sleeve
 Jan 2020 Rickie Louis
Colm
If you're reading me
In this moment now
We are one and the same
Not just in eyes or in fixitie of mind
But by the air we breathe
With the dreams we dream
In mutuality of meaning
We are alive
You're reading me? Thank you for your eyes. (:
St. Stephansdom in snow
   Almost as in a fairy tale I go
       Why? who could ever know?
My lord
Show me the real love
And if you don’t mind
Send it to me
with an angelic dove.
once upon a dark time
there was a dart
that came and made us apart
with huge different wills of arts
I write
when he likes to be within the plight
I draw
when he mars glow
I swim
when he likes to drowning
near to the brim
of our fancy dark dart.
next to this real terror
there was a real door
that has an error
with a number four

she tried to hang it on it
and ignore its lore
furthermore,
there was a single sore
within its living bore

it hate to lie
but he liked it before
when he was sure that
it is an angelic core.

he will never have more
of number four
even when its rejection towards her
is so poor
but it still can find the inner shore.
within her gore.
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