Bipolar

Hey! I’m not dead! Just busy writing a novel/novella not really sure yet. I have been averaging a thousand words a day and I need to publish something. So, here you go an oldie, but hopefully it’s good.

 

My mind is splintered, ever breaking

Do you know what it’s like to have what is you constantly quaking?

There’s two sides of me

One I let free on society

the one most people see

The other side is like a disease Continue reading “Bipolar”

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Sewing

I remember fragile hands leading kissed thread through the eye of a needle. She taught me how to sew. I remember her never eating at the kitchen table, she preferred a plastic plate to eat every single meal on, I remember her shuffling across the carpet apologizing for passing the TV. I want to remember everything she ever meant to me, my grandmother was amazing. She would sit in her chair and just think about her life. And you feared the phone’s ring because it might bring someone for her to talk to for two hours. The person on the other line deserved her time because they had simply called.

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Lithium Battery

Before anyone freaks out, this is an old poem. Peace out, A.B.

 

Caution! Person contains lithium battery, do not tamper with or touch! Product is already damaged but not that much. At least that’s what everyone keeps telling him. Person runs on a lithium battery because person cannot function without it. Person is sick of the lithium power cell making him gain weight, the  hunger he cannot sate, and constant hand shakes. Person is about ready to remove battery through force. Every other person says he needs to get over things faster. Everyone else hates the battery! And…  Continue reading “Lithium Battery”

Glass

The glass is broken with every word spoken. I was crass. The thoughts of a razor’s edge is gaining mass. But the glass was broken with a single blast. That raised voice, that anger. I said sorry a thousand times and was forgiven yet the shards still dig into every thought. The glass I see out of was fresh and clean but now it is going to cut me. I can see just clear enough to dismantle a razor. This is not blazing any new ground. Why do I want to swallow a round of lead? I am broken and I can’t find the one that always picks up the pieces. I can’t see, aren’t I supposed to be happy?

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