*** Edited: So sorry!! Meant to post this in the bipolar forum. My bad! ***
(But feel free if there's any poets, to add some of your stuff!)

When's the last time we had one of these going here?

Back a few years ago, I made it a routine to write free verse every morning into the BP poetry thread. There were a lot of other that posted too. Some posted only one or two, other posted several. The thread got super long. It was pretty cool.

Where's all the poets?

I'll start with something I posted here around this time of year back in 2012...

Take away the summer. Don't show your skin.
Hide under hooded sweatshirts and cover up your sin.
Get comfy-cozy in the shame and regret.
Listen to that little voice of hope. It's crying, "You ain't dead yet!"
Baby, open up the window and feel the cool breeze.
Pay attention to that yellow creeping in on the trees.
Try to find the beauty in everything you see.
We are one.
Emerge from nothingness and inhale the mood of the day.
Grasp it into all of your senses.
Exhale and release.
All you've got to do is breathe and you'll be ok.

Your turn...

[CANDC]

Baby, open up the window and feel the cool breeze.
Pay attention to that yellow creeping in on the trees.
Try to find the beauty in everything you see.
We are one.

Thanks for sharing your creativity. Sounds like a good idea. Here's one.

My mind dances from idea to idea,
But all I really want
Is to have a clear feeling
And picture of who I am.

Not this wasteland of thoughts,
But a few minutes just to breathe,
To see the setting sun,
To feel the windy breeze.

Just to be here
Is enough for me today,
Not lost in a field of dreams
But awake in an inner way.

CANDC

Oooh, I really like that! Thanks so much for sharing!

[HeavyMetalLover]

The Shower

I feel the water flow onto my head.
As I stand under the spicket,
I feel the warmth of the water cleanse my weary soul
as I slather shampoo into my hair.
I’m washing the blackness away;
I smile as the water trickles down my breasts.
My heart keeps time as my emotions flow
out of my body, and soon my tears join the water.
It’s been a hard day.

I rinse the shampoo and slather in conditioner,
and slather soap onto my body.
I think of all the trials of the day just passed;
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to conquer these mood swings.
I try to concentrate on the water, where it is,
How it feels, the temperature, where it’s going.
I smile as my thoughts come back to the moment.
I feel safe coddled by the water,
just like an infant in the womb.

I rinse off, darkness leaving my soul,
And my smile remains on my face.
I am ready;
Ready for a new day, after I sleep.
Sleep, my child, my soul whispers to me;
Rest, for you will need your strength.
The coming day brings challenges
you have yet to overcome.
Rest, for now, there is peace.

[Make BPD StigmaFree]

I wrote this in 1990, before my diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder. I was diagnosed in 2005. I am now in recovery. Enjoy!

I Am The Shadow

I am the shadow,
I exist in a world of light,
Blending into the darkness of night.

My face you cannot see,
My expressions, sometimes misleading.

If you hear a whisper in the wind,
It may be me.

I am the shadow,
I exist in a world of sounds, good and bad.
Of laughter,
Crying,
Shouting,
Singing.

You think that I feel nothing,
No love,
No hate,
No anger,
No fear,
No pain.
But you are wrong.

You think that I do not cry,
But I weep silently.
You cannot see the tears that slide down my cheeks,
But they are there.

I am the shadow, you cannot touch,
Always within sight but never within reach.

I am the shadow, afraid to trust the light for it distorts me.
Please forgive me if I trick you,
I cannot control it.

I long to live in the light,
To be held and loved,
But I am only a silent shadow,
Watching but unable to take part in it all,
What others do, I can only dream of.

So I lurk in corners,
Ignored,
Misunderstood.
Always waiting for the night to come,
Always dying but never dead.

I am the shadow, I have no friends,
Even in a crowd, I’m all alone.
Existing in somber shades of gray,
A lonely shadow,
I’m doomed to stay.

[Qy10]

An unfinished poem:

Smoldering apathy
Inside a soulless entity

Crying out in desperation
For some type of consolation

This fluttering insanity
Morphs to psychotropic beauty

My rancorous rage
Causes me to disengage

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[kamikazebaby]

:ILLUSIONS:

I live in a world of dense illusions,
bi-fold walls, images in triplicate.
7-way compression of reality,
aural distortion to infinity.

Not admitting things aloud
/or even to myself/
so that I can keep shaping
the world I've drawn around me.

There are 72 versions of me
and not a single copy is complete.
I exist somewhere deep, wrapped carefully,
somewhere that no one will ever find me.

To make everything beautiful,
special; craft it so carefully.
I don't trust my own words.
These instincts twist and hurt
through painting false pictures
that seem so real until
the paint bubbles and runs.

Do you still wonder,
"Who was that person?"
Or was there enough
for you to see me
after all those years?

You were the last person
I ever wished to fail.
You did try to believe.
But you couldn't love me
the way that I loved you.
I wasn't good enough
once again, once again.

I keep waking up to
a world that I don't want,
a life that just drags on.

So many times
I said-I said-I said--
and I broke my promise.
No matter what you said or did,
I will always regret it.

You made me believe in
that which does not exist.
If it gets worse than this
don't let me know.
/You let me go./

All of my words die
before I speak them.
Right before my eyes
they became untrue,
shape-shifting just like
specters of the dead;
demonic butterflies
that engulfed our world.

I wanted to be your dream
but became your nightmare instead.
Do you remember when I said
you were the best thing that
had ever happened to me?
You said you couldn't lie and
say the same thing about me.

So I put my masks back on,
sinking into illusions
that cloak everything that's gone.
True or false,
black or white,
dead or alive;
I can't tell
the difference
anymore.

They are posting all the poetry in the creative corner which people can comment on individually. Just so you know. blessings,,, all good stuff!!!

[Qy10]

Thank you! I had no idea. I will post over there. ^_^

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