#hypomania
The times would
shift
and
break
to change bringing a
range
of emotions and feelings.
It was kind of
strange.
I had to
arrange
my
brain
to remove the
pain
for a
wave
of thought,
for a brief second
until my life was
naught.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
I am the best thing in the history of the world!
I will fix everything that's wrong in my life!
I am brilliant
I am strong
I haven't slept in days
that's normal ,
right?
I just bought tons of art supplies at walmart!
Sure it cost a lot of money but art is my calling
There is an argument in my head
can you make it stop?
my brain is split into two
I just want to sleep
please tranquilize me
this is mania
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
Why waste my breathe.
When you can't listen to anybody else but yourself.
I'm not sorry for your lack of patience.
But I am sorry, you lost me.
Because when the roofs on fire
and my life is falling apart.
It's okay to be the fool.
Because he's walking off a cliff with a smile on his face.
So who's really living their best here?
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
How funny is it
A simple salt was
Forgotten by my brain
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 4:21 PM UTC
for all the turbulence i sought
and sought
i was pretty good
i was so good
i battled through all the chaos
my kite was finally flying
but i snorted so much ritalin
my pupils are tar pits
and she calls me a hedonist but
i don't know what that means
i do know that
i fear neither death
nor consequence
you can treat me like your last meal
always at my most decadent
i remember i need to eat
then delete the thought
the only thing that sustains me is the rushing
by now
you should know that
it's all about me
we did the maths remember?
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Imagine and it begins, the mire sired from mind amok.
May have at once mattered, now the imagination is stuck.
Non-commit to all your projects, ideas strewn prettily.
In notebook crumble garland filigree.
You remember, only that you've forgot.
All work you do is nihilistically for naught.
**** that mess, darling. You are the best.
Calm be simple and be ****** indeed.
Even now you work heart pumping chest.
But happy in finishing you're not so keyed.
Back to the doldrums and foot tap astray.
Knit fury with hands excite, colour gone.
Back from the dead, dancing with blushes.
Ego bruised snide, coy imagination rushes.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC
The never-ending chattering
Like a bullet train forcefully dashing
Across the endless tunnel, wondering,
“Is this a curse or a blessing? “
In the bottomless pit, clearly drowning
Clearly struggling
While others are just intently watching
Thinking it’s all just... acting.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Thoughts like streams,
jokes on you.
The energy will consumer,
the customs you have made.
Jokes on the one with dreams,
the one who brings fear and envy.
All I am is the messenger,
of thought to power.
This isn’t agony.
This is grand.
Something will strike me down,
but in the end,
I will return to this place of solace.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
flip of the fingers house of your hands
steepled fingers like wooden roofbeams
diamond studded knuckles, rugby thumbs
palms over the dome and push doors
blueberry jars clink with raspberry under
the faded overhang of the balcony, leaves
me for sale and fortunate, slated skin,
mouthed promises against pixel skimmimg
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
It's already 5am
And here I am
Wide awake
As thoughts run
Through my head
Like a bullet train
Am I relapsing again?
Or I'm just on the edge
Waiting for a helping hand?
Or maybe I'm letting it be
For I've missed
Insanity to seep inside of me
Seeing that I am able to write
Shows clearly that
Hypomania has arrived.
Welcome back,
My frenemy.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
I'm awake.
Not because I want to be awake.
Not because I'm not tired, I am.
I'm awake.
Because my mind is too creative.
Because my dreams must be accomplished now.
I'm awake.
Because my chemicals are unbalanced.
Because I didn't take my medication.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
Maybe I should run away
And be carefree
As I float around the field
Letting myself go
Consuming the fresh breeze
Thanking for the life
That I was given.
Or maybe I should be alone
Alone from the world
As I consume the madness
Within me
And letting it eat me alive.
Maybe.
Well, maybe.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
You live
You die
You soar
You fall
And it all repeats
In an evil cycle
A terrifying cycle
Until you finally take
Your own life.
A curse, indeed.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC