Mania
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Cinnamon Sally,
With the heart of a cinnabun
And the aura of cinnamon
Prances around the fields
But the spice fills her nostrils
To where she can't breathe
Cinnamon Sally,
Y'ALL! I presented this poem in 2017 at a talent show and got a standing ovation.
If that isn't skills, I don't know what is. Anyways - thought I lost it, then I found it!
Please enjoy.
Diamond Bertha Glory sparked her way
With brilliance and shine she danced
Her steps leaving no one astray
Her mood was so full of luster
She paved a path of a following
Leaving not much in the way to muster
I remember crying myself to sleep,
seeing no hope for the future.
If only Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother could see
the damage they inflict on me.
I have a migraine and I'm the only one to blame,
blowing up the noise in my mind,
racking up the chaos,
Do you ever have those days where your blood rots in your veins,
your stomach sinks and your skin itches, your bones burn into dust.
Rapunzel was alone most days and most nights
She grew sad and felt no meaning was meant for her
Her golden hair grew long and luscious
Her once bright purple dress turned cold and frail
I love sleep.
From daydreams to nightmares, I could live in my dreams forever.
No matter how vivid those other worlds appear to be,
Nor how terrifying the chases are,
in the mountains, the oxygen isn't enough. i breathe but i want more, more, more.
i want to climb higher. i am tired and awake. tears in my eyes, i am laughing. i am so close to the sun, like Icarus, i want to be set on fire
Which is better
depression or mania
What is worse
organic psychosis or obscure sadness
You see the bright white i see the solemn
grey
I don't mean to sound desperate but
I am not who you think I am.
But I am him, still.
I am more than what you thought I was.
Though I am him, still.
I am nothing more than nothing less -
With words and still
how do you desceice to someone
something they have never felt?
the tortures existens that god hath delt me
each day i promise myself that i will make it threw the day
one step at a time.
Many raptures have I felt
When thoughts sublime
Rise up from conscious blind
Akin to stars ascendant to crystal skies.
The mind's walls grow thin
And space starts to blur
