My love,
I am totally dependent  on you,
Do not force me,
Do not hurry me,
Expect less from me,
I am sick,
Let me rest.
Be there for me,
Kiss my cheek,
Love me,
Hold my hand.
I am muddled and lost,
I need you to manage my everyday tasks,
Tell me how, simply and clearly,
Give me a sense of dignity,
Help me to focus.
I may become aggressive  dear,
Distract me,
Lessen noise around me.
If I insist on wearing same clothes,
Buy some more pairs of the same.
I need you my love, more than ever,
I need your love and care.
Please don't be angry,
I know you have a lot on your plate,
It is difficult for you,
Please put up with my terrible
With you around I feel safe,
I feel happy and comfortable,
Be there for me till I am gone.
Haiku Donna Jun 17
Once upon a time
there was a winter jacket
called Penelope

she loved the winter
with it's icy breeze and soft
dull grey rainy days

When her human wore
her , she loved the feel of her
snuggly warm skin

especially when
her human put up her hood
just like a rainbow

she felt like she was
standing at the top of an
big awesome mountain

catching soft snowflakes
and splashes of raindrops that
twinkled just like stars

But she was angry
that her human had left her
hanging on a hook

One day she unhooked
herself and jumped out of a
small open window

she walked down the street
and was surprised to see so
many lovely trees

The sky was lovely
blue she couldn't help but feel joy
And flowers smiled too

so she picked one and
tied green stem around one of
her jacket buttons

She loved how summers
happy colours made her feel
making her pockets

turn into smiles
Even the stitching on her
hem turned into smiles

O she loved it so
much she even had humans
waiting  to shake her

sleeves , she'd strolled down the
road with the warm sun beating
down on her jacket

And a squirrel got
involved and pretended to
be the jackets head

which made the birds laugh
and dragonflies too , who sat
on a chopped up tree

giggling so much
that the squirrel threw some nuts
which then rebounded

back at the squirrel
leaving a bump on his head which
made him laugh out loud

Penelope laughed
to , she watched the sun go down
and stars twinkle bright

Maybe hanging on
a hook isn't so bad , so
she went back home , climbed

back through window and
hooked her self back up again
and felt contented

All through summer she
told her winter jacket friends
of her adventure

All her winter friends
sighed with a smile hoping one
day they can to go

outside in summer
and visit the pretty trees
and warm lovely sun

But for now there just
so happy to listen to
Penelope's great

day out in the sun
that they held sleeves and kept each
other company
Inspired on a summers day by lots of winter coats hanging on coat hook in living room :)))
I think it's kinda weird  though z
Haiku Donna Apr 12
Is a hug enough
to say your sorry , let's just
say it's a good start
Rollar coaster day x it can be very difficult when you live with someone i.e.: my youngest daughter who has mood swings as her moods are always unpredictable so after a long day of anger and tears a cuddle helped a little :)
I feel as though I have to swim  but I  it's hard to keep myself afloat
The waves are sucking me under ..
I feel  as though
It hard to  stay alive
Caught between
Definitely needs a shake .
On a patch of sinking sand .
As i struggle with daily life.
I feel  all  alone
Stuck in a big black clouds of  darkness.
My life has hit rock bottom
I wonder how it came to be .
lins Mar 27
my mood shifting like the wind
feels something like whiplash
pleading for it to end
knowing that when it does,
I might crash

I’ve never felt so chill
then thrown into a rage
while my body remains still
my heart beats harder,
behind my ribcage

I long to return
to my joyous smile
for happiness to burn
behind my eyes,
once in a while

I’m ready to go back to
the person I know I can be
I’m looking for a breakthrough
something that could finally
set me free
btw this one sounds better when read aloud
I'm a manic depressant
Don't mind my mood swings 'cause by next week you're gonna be wondering where my good mood went
Sometimes I talk really fast
It's like the words are coming out of my ass
'Cause the thoughts are racing
And around the room I'm pacing
Heart feeling like it wants to come out of my chest
Haven't gotten any rest
For some days
Because of my bipolar ways
Don't mind me
It's just the bipolar side of me, the bipolar side of me
My mood just can't be
Don't runaway, don't runaway
It's just the bipolar side of me
I didn't mean to scream
But sometimes I just feel mean
If you knew what it was like inside me head
You wouldn't be judging me, but instead
You would be trying to help me
But sometimes I know you don't agree
With the way I act
But for a fact
It's the bipolar side of me
Don't mind me
It's just the bipolar side of me, the bipolar side of me
My mood just can't be
It's just the bipolar side of me
olive Mar 7
when i am away
the butterflies go too
the best parts disappear
and i steal them back from you

when i am away
my mind goes back to bed
but my body is still moving
just walking without a head

when i am away
i go through neon doors
mindless and wandering about
and nothing i'm looking for

when i am away
is when you like me least
but trying to fight is pointless
when you lack a sword to kill a Beast
Lu Feb 28
Every day is a different story,
But cycles tend to form.
Cycles, cycles, cycles, cycles, cycles.
Compulsive, depressive, manic, crazy.

It’s like a CD skip- skip- skip- skipping,
But it’s not like she can remember why she was mad in the first place.
Doesn’t recall the fight you yelled at her for,
Can’t seem to forget her love for you though.

Roller coasters are her favorite.
Did you hear me? IRONY AT ITS FINEST.
Up and down and around and around,
Riding and being thrown by the waves over and over.

Thank you for putting up with her swinging,
Back and forth, like two-face.
She can’t control it, she didn’t want to be this way,
But God said she was strong enough...isn’t she?

At least she has good music tastes,
Riding around, the stations changing with her beautiful moods.
Smoke blowing out the windows,
She’s the one the music talks about: Here and Gone without a trace.

Do you think she ever gets tired?
Tired trying to keep up with her day to day phases?
Pha- Pha- Phases like the moon.
Beauty ever changing, but silent. Stuck in her head.

You love her though right?
I mean, think about it.
When it’s a good day, she’s so understanding and chill and all-around perfect.
Those days make every other worth it.


God bless the cycles, cycles, cy- cy- cycles.
For one whole day she’s uncontrollable.
Asking you a million questions and wanting to hug you for as long and as tight as she can.
Kisses, “I love yous,” excitement, annoyance.

“Can we get a pet octopus?
Oh pretty pretty please?
Can I cut my hair or dye it bright pink?”
“You hate pink” you say, but there she goes again.

Down down down the rabbit hole.
Off again she goes.
Hair flying in the breeze, that perfume you bought her still on your shirt.
Irri- irri- irritate- irritation.

The day very next, not even 24 hours yet,
Tears falling down her face, rivers of black eyeliner.
She doesn’t get out of bed.
“Baby what’s wrong?”

Nothing is ever truly wrong.
It’s like a weight on her chest, suppressing her every move.
A deep, black hole in the pit of her stomach, isn’t that what she said?
Misery at its finest. Almost like she’s already dead.

Why put up with her then?
Why ride this roller coaster?
Why hold her tight when she laughs?
Why hold her tight when she cries?

You see, why would anyone in the first place?

In fact, there’s no perks to dating a bipolar girl.
Not one.
Not at all.
Louisa Coller Feb 15
They tell me to stop being so
yet when I think about being
it makes me even more
so how come I can be
but I can't be
why is it acceptable to
but not to
why do we have to stay
when there are moments we're
and it's not realistically
to feel
to feel

They tell me to stop being so
while they themselves are
but little do they know that I find
in my
Lady Grey Feb 7
Some people make me think of colors

A hue for everyone
Some just ooze it
In the way they talk
And laugh
And walk

When they’re happy,
They turn brighter
And glow

When they’re sad,
They dim
And fade

But no matter their mood
Or state of mind,
Everyone paints whatever room they’re in
With their beautiful colors
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