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I Scream Bipolar :):

Frozen or Melted … Would there be an in-between?

Flaw

Shattered glasses what I saw …

Thickened blood on the floor …

Shuddered knees where to crawl …

The death-end is my dreadful flaw …

 

I Scream Bipolar :):

Photo: Nicole Mason

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A Mistake … A Remorse

As familiarity gushed … I slowly walked …

How dare I left … I slowly thought …

Since my future became vividly gore …

My tears dropped with much remorse …

My rosy life has been shaken to core …

How do I endeavor this vultures war …

 

I Scream Bipolar :):

Photo: Joshua Earle 

 

No Longer

I  …

No longer want to survive this flaw …

No longer want to feel this sore …

No longer want to stand or crawl …

No longer want to fight no more …

 

So … demons … My demons …

What are you waiting for?

 

I Scream Bipolar :):

Photo: PublicDomainPictures – Pixabay

My Little World

You are my soul … You are my dove …

You are my best friend … You are my love …

You are my past … You are my future …

You are the savior … In my little world …

 

I Scream Bipolar :):

Photo: condesign

Bliss Is

Bliss is being under the blanket reading a book …

With the heater on …as the rain poured on …

What a bliss … until the break of dawn …

 

I Scream Bipolar :):

Photo: Unplash Women 

Hear Me Say …

Like the crescent moon you came … Gleaming scooping my seasonal rains …

Like the sunshine rays you came … Tenderly touching my shattering days …

Like the rose petals you came … Softly drawing smiles on this broken face …

 

I LOVE YOU … Do … Do hear me say …

Because …

I saw an Angel … walking its way …

 

I Scream Bipolar :):

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Hello Old Pal

My skin is weighing me down …

My flesh is pulling my crown …

The dark clouds here you come …

Hello my old pal …

Haven’t seen you around …

 

The tunnel is so far I could not see …

Any dash of light defines scarcity …

As though I am walking on a brittle twig …

Hello my old pal …

Where are you leading me?

 

I Scream Bipolar :):

Photo: Xopher Wallace 

Butterfly Wings

Life flies by … like a shattered butterfly …

I want to freeze my wings … for the storm to pass by …

Never wanting to ever fly …  to walk and finally die …

 

I Scream Bipolar :):

Photo: ph. POK RIE

 

Will this last?

Today,

I am strong … So throw me anything …

The world is so beautiful … nothing can stop me …

Yet …

That creepy darkness still lurks behind me …

I do not know when it will reach me …

 

Will this beautiful world last … to save me?

 

I Scream Bipolar :):

Photo – InFocus Bingo (anybody know the exact source?)

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