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93 · Feb 2021
Our love, my love
Chani Goldstein Feb 2021
I want to sit by you
And share my thoughts.
Our love is an adventure
In time and shared experiences.
And should the time come
That we are no longer greedy
For our time
And experiences
It means no more than
We have set our faces
Apart from each other.
I will help you
Look forward
To these shared experiences
With me
Today
And forever
93 · Jan 2021
Poetry
Chani Goldstein Jan 2021
There is happiness and love
and pain and sadness
around all of us
and in all of us.
We choose words
as our medium
to the world.
Our words flow.
We hope to reach
kindred spirits everywhere
and if we are prepared
we listen
even to ourselves.
87 · Feb 2021
On living with mania
Chani Goldstein Feb 2021
P
     U
D
O
W
N

All around
Close the fridge
Use your
Hip
Foot
Hand
Knee
That's what it's like
To be me
Twirling dervish
Thinking fast
Do it all
CRASH!!
That's how I stop
or
D
R
O
P
Sinking soufflé
Inside of me
This morning
Happy
Now knotted up
Stuck in my seat
No more
User ability
That's me
Not from time to time
But daily
I need a vitamin
An elixir
A fixer
UPPER
Don't save me
From being me
Confidentially
I'm learning to live
As I am
But it's hard
When I'm doing well
And bam!!
Please world
Take
Not my disease
But me
For who I am
This takes a lot to publish. I suffer from mixed state bipolar
86 · Feb 2021
February 14
Chani Goldstein Feb 2021
Love poems
Are for those
In love
And
For those
Not
85 · Jan 2021
War at my door
Chani Goldstein Jan 2021
I'm afraid all the time.
I jump at a sound.
I
Hop
At a
Pop
I
Drop
All I
Got
I'm a soldier
In a war
That's not there
Anymore
But is
82 · Jan 2021
I was
Chani Goldstein Jan 2021
I was a bird
set to fly.
A butterfly
spreading its wings.
A house plant
ready to grow.
Who knows
Where I was heading.
I was a flower,
again.
I was a tree
ready to give shade.
I was a book
prepared to be read.
I was a child
ready to grow.
I was a building
strong and safe
saved
crown molding
around windows
and doors.
You wanted more.
Now, I am but a pen writing.
73 · Apr 2021
A punch to my stomach
Chani Goldstein Apr 2021
You're the punch to my stomach
Like a sinking soufflé
Inside of me
Nobody sees.
The mess
Of distress
You left
In your wake
In every place
Of every space
That I had
To be safe.
If, I'd have known
Then
What it meant
To live with you
I'd rather done a line or two
Drink a drink
**** a ****
Cause living with you
Was just no joke.
I understand the meaning of
"Don't do crack!"
But, what else can you do
When humans attack?

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