[mossanimal]

Now I have written my third poem ever (not including haiku). The first poem came out the first time I was truly in love. Healthy inspiration. The second came during a stint of hypomania and was linked to a sword that I was making. It actually got published without me being aware. Today is the third and I feel anxiety creeping it's way in... for no damned reason. Anyway.. I'm going to put this poem here because if I show it to anybody in my circle they will worry about me.

There is a storm in my mind
that wants to get out.

Like lighting bolts from my eyes,
and hurricanes from my mouth.

My fingers want to penetrate stone,
and shatter it to dust.

My feet want to quake the Earth,
and wake everybody up.

This storm in my mind,
Sometimes it leaks out.


There it is. Seems unfinished.

[mossanimal]

ughhh.. I'm wondering if I'm headed towards some mania. I've been stupidly impulsive all week. Earlier this week I wrote this big long monologue explaining in detail (too much) about my first manic episode and all of the trouble and messes I made. I shared with a group of friends on a Facebook group chat. And pretty much alienated them. I wrote it because one of them always says he is manic over this or that and I decided that he should know what it really means to be manic. And then I shared it to another friend telling him about how I disturbed some friends.. and then I disturbed him I think. He responded with 'Are you okay'?

And now I have this anxiety feeling building in my gut and head.. which led to that poem. It was just over half an hour ago that I wrote that poem and impulsively posted it here. Now that I read it again .. it seems so trite and 'done'. Uggh...

[Unrigged64072835]

It's a good start. I write one poem a day and not all of them are winners. It still helps keep my mind going, though.

[mossanimal]

Originally Posted by Fharraige

It's a good start. I write one poem a day and not all of them are winners. It still helps keep my mind going, though.

Well thanks. The thing is.. is that I don't really want to write poetry. Sometimes some lines come along and I write them down. Right now I'm more embarrassed that I thought it was good enough to start showing people. See.. the grandiosity stuff. I'm getting to know me better...

[ReptileInYourHead]

My fingers want to penetrate stone,
and shatter it to dust.

I liked thst part.

Most of the poetry I write sucks, but once in a while I'll hit something real. Something that speaks to others and not just of myself.

I hope you keep writing.