Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by mortdesinos, Jul 25, 2008.

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  1. mortdesinos

    mortdesinos Well-Known Member

    Being bipolar I know no way
    How will I envision the light of day
    Is reality a fallacy or is am I escaping life, hiding in the shade
    with my body pumping rapidly, I pace and sway
    while my mind, like my life, is gliding astray
    I grasp thoughts in bunches for which to weigh
    There's no sensible measurement, though I carry on unafraid
    Words rest at the tip of my lips, already murmuring, but I sense them fade
    as I visualize my dreams, which will end up as an escapade
    Am I acting unduly or coming to the end of my maze
    The universe quickens to spin at the pace of my self praise
    I perceive that however I impact those around me will be with sage
    My voice is unknown, distant, and spurning, so what will I do or say
    Solemness will inevitably follow, I don't want an end to this craze
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  2. fromthatshow

    fromthatshow Staff Alumni

    i enjoyed this thank you for sharing :)
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    great poem:smile: thanks for sharing :hug:
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