Up and down I go, Moving with the motion Of this psychotic ride. What is worse is that This does not end, It is on a continuous loop That often gets stuck, Either high or low. Isn’t being bipolar lovely? Advertisements
A flurry of micro poems for today. #1 A damaged flower is an unwanted one. #2 We are humans, Not demons Or angels. #3 One pill Equals goodbye. #4 My mind descends With each passing day. #5 Be not the sheep But the shepherd. #6 With a broken wing, […]
The winds howl in my ears Whispering temptation to me, Pouring honey into my mouth And seducing my skin, Calling me outside into The darkness and uncertainty Of the scythe wielder and All he has to offer.