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W Winchester Oct 2016
Shouldn't have to go to rehab.

They shouldn't have to spend a month,
surrounded by other ****-ups who are ruining their lives,
to get their **** together before their family disowns them

Girls your age shouldn't be addicts.

They shouldn't have drinking problems,
manic spending,
kleptomania,
or a coke problem

Girls your age
shouldn't have problems.

You're seventeen. Shut up and get a job.
I am seventeen and I'm so so sick.
Amy Perry Jul 2016
Your Love - or any thought
Containing you, thereof -
Mesmerizes, magnetizes,
The hungry ghosts inside of us.
Perception slip; a CD skip;
A fall into a big ball pit--
(The reasons I can't take a hit);
Leaves me leaving life;
Walking on the ice;
Using sugar spice,
Swallow my advice:
The little lies that we conceive,
The little girl-type fantasies,
Can make us buckle at the knees,
Discovering it's all diseased.
Are we dreaming? Third eye screaming.
I will myself to find us meeting.
Lock the door; the key, not needing.
The events preceding passion feeding.
Alas - it's passed.
Big girls learn real world lessons -
No beguiling oneself through an external essence.
abp
Amy Perry Jun 2016
Creeping Death moves as Father Time.
The poet shall curse her own blind rhyme.

The men go forth to capture the Creeper.
They know of Death, but I know the Reaper.

I've done the journey called peering deeper.
The Source determined, "Yes, we need her."

My angel does not allow me pain and sorrow.
My angel carries me gently towards tomorrow.

Because, I have purpose in this chaotic life,
Whether girl or diva or suspect with knife.

And so, I sing, so do you.
*Challenge your barriers. They'll challenge you, too.
Written at Las Encinas Mental Hospital in Pasadena, CA, following a chaotic, adventurous bout of mania. June, 2016.
bipolarbandaids Jun 2016
up up flying
its simply electrifying
painstakingly terrifying
killing me now testifying
im like a kite that keeps untying
and my tongue it keeps on lying
the truth im still denying
hiding from what youre implying
on me you need to stop relying
my shoulders persist on sighing
afterall i gave up trying
i think i might be dying
bipolarbandaids Jun 2016
well it actually happened
i guess i fell in love
but everything seems to be messed up

you see my lovers a demon
with sugar flavored lips
shes poison and treasure
is hidden right below her hips

im crazy for craving her
and her perfume of nicotine
im crazy for loving her
because she isnt what she seems

up and down and back again
rollercoaster of euphoria
hot and cold and warm again
drowing in hysteria

my love,
her name is mania
Sheila J Sadr May 2016
On days like this,
I am more thank you
than apology.
More welcome party
than goodbye affair.

On days like this,
men can't shut my voice
into a casket.
No person can sift my heart
into a dustpan.

On days like this,
my voice is gospelled choir
a hopeful tune
My heart refuses to unsing
a joyous song.

On days like this,
I am phoenix
brushing cinder
off infant wings.
I am honey
to your honeysuckle.
I am bowing apex
off a tidal wave.
I am fresh picked book
opening up
to new hands.

On days like this,
I am no ocean
with finite shores.
I am skyline.
I am boundless
beginning.
I rewrite.
I renew.
I begin again.
April 17, 2016 // 11:50 PM
wren cole May 2016
.RED.
Passion, obsession shooting through me, consuming me when I didn't see it coming,
Please be patient while I can't shut up for the next week about the music I listened to or the book that I read.
.WHITE.
You see my eyes go blank as I'm chirping to you and then it's
Quiet, too quiet in this small, dark room.
Cold novacaine floods my veins in a single heartbeat,
Novacaine fills my brain in a single heartbeat so I am
Teetering, tottering on the edge of die or live
Because if I can't feel, can't love, can't give
Then what's the point of it?
.BLUE.
It usually comes after and it always hits me faster than my mind,
Don't have the time to straighten out my thoughts and make things right before I'm
DROWNing
SUFFOcate
NO TIME to DELIBERATE
If this is really worth this feeling, I hit the ceiling, I'm reeling
SHUT IT DOWN
.BLACK.
Now it's darker than the night
No red left in me tonight, I've given up the fight
I'm so tired I can't see
I know we'll play this track again tomorrow but now all I have energy for is sleep.
a cycle I go through most nights + practice with head rhythm
Michelle Paret May 2016
Never ceases
Hardly rests

I swallow blood
Glides through my neck
Blurry shaking

Amist black fits
Rips, twists, hits, kiss
****
Are you sure you want this?

Swollen, inflamed seas we call my eyes
And permanent frown lines

Obsession is an understatement
A suffocating, seductive idea
Grows to mania
Oh that mania

At least it's all mine

Romanticize trauma
I adore that folding, shrinking pain
Takes from my core, birthed from my core
Come accompany this misery, please

Your silent thoughts ****** me
*Torment me
Torment me
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