bi polar diary part one

The depression is tangible
It is oppressive
And it is huge
It consumes
And it blooms
under microscope
In petri dish
In cinemascopic slides
And the dry kiss
Of a motionless mouth
It is acute
And it is crushing
I am lost to it
I am wallowing in it
I am gleefully happy in it
I am electric track,
Sucicidingly celebrating,
an encroaching express train
A serotonoin scan of the brain

Failed

You think you can draw a diagram?

To illustrate the soul
You attempt to sketch
Blue eyes that hold
But you end up with sunken lumps
Of coal in a face
haunted
you can touch nothing
and I can struggle to feel
and I can resist
you can unravel and real
me as a spool
your pen the tool to issue
yet who the fool to follow
he that likes to wallow
in his own self pity
Impossible
You pseudo scientists
clenched fists of serotonin
pills
your hands in the tills of profit
whilst the dying inside
throttled, shout stop it.
Emotional misfit
Better off on the shelves
Away from the functioning
For we may throttle
Your mood
Pollute your food for thought
Raise your brow
Or pull your skin taught
With our crazy thoughts
I ought to know better.........................

A slow hand clicks past ten,
Breaks my depressive trance but then,
Too late to engage in,
A rhetoric den of a public house
To early to become a sad ands sleeping mouse
Under duvet pillow still
My fill is empty
My tongue is sharp
my vitriolic fingers
Play the harp
Of a feeling sorry soundtrack
But luckily
Luckily in all the black noise
I see friends filtered
And poised
Ready to take nothing more
Than pain
Ready to Discard pills
Ready to Let healing hands cure the ills
Whilst loving words cease
The grinding mills of my mind

Good to see your poems on the thread again honey.
xxxx

And yes Sophie is right again as ever - you are beautiful.xx

I went away for a while ad all i came back with was a depression poem


ya

who recalls those t shirts? 'went away to spain and i all i got was this lousy t shirt ! '

ha, they were funny

like the frankie goes to hollywood 'RELAX'


or the WHAM! ones, ' CHOOSE LIFE' (yep before trainspotting film)

my dreams of girls were made in the 80s
give my lycra, give me mini
give my stillhetto shoed
blonde plump or skinny
we dont mind when we 18
and boy
the 80s kind to the memory
tons of life ahead of me

ye ha



but ok sophie!!!!!! me anyones fave poet, amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im so happy with this accolade of lemonade and fizz
you fancy a glass of fizz

i need to celebrate


and mags

you too kind as ever

gotta say i was not gonna post anything for a while, felt i needed to re charge but as mags says

hey ho

:-)


thank you so much xxxxxxxxxx

from petie cee


xxx