Bipolar
I found myself in my own kind of hell
It was in between a moment of seeing red
And blacking out
Personified wrath breaking out from its shell
I found myself in a jail cell
Not figuratively but literally, I was confined,
it was then I had no doubt
that I get lost in my mind
I have moments with the clouds in my fingertips,
And then thrown to the bottom of the oceans’ under toe,
Beneath the tides ripped, height of all heights
Both hand in hand, I violently tumble below
I was in a spell,
I sound myself in my own mind of hell
Would I prefer some stabilization
A medium, instead of high or low
Or is this game of rhetorics another hypothetical, an exercise to keep my mind afloat
I suppose feeling is my choice
As much as my genetics or my skin
That maybe my bipolar gives a more interesting voice
For others enjoyment, an audience watching my head spin
I get manic, I enjoy grand gestures
I like making people feel not alone
Because it is I who is king of that
No one is meant for that throne
I found myself in my own kind of hell
I adjust, I adapt, my head I sometimes can’t trust
I analyze, I assess, it isn’t reliable what I felt
Which makes me question me and your thoughts of us
I suppose this is my own kind of hell
I’d prefer the euphoria I experience with you
Knowing the immobilizing heart break when we’re apart
I know they come hand in hand, but I’m trying to start
Making distinctions between my mind and my stupid fucking heart
And checkmate my logic, I suppose this can be a start
That for once maybe I just might listen to reason
But following reason isn’t me, it was my heart that I believe in
Can I trust my sight, my touch, or sense of smell
Since then, I’ve questioned everything
This is my own kind of hell
With my brain trying to decipher every motive
Every action, everything that leaves your lips
Every sentence I string together I never mean to be loaded
I suppose who I am, who I was, is not equipped
to make the best
of every chance I’ve been granted
To see without distortion,
to make most of what I’ve been handed
to finally see just a little bit clearer
And remember every land mine that I’ve set
see through the smoke, see through the mirrors
To exist with logic peacefully coexist
with what we’ve both felt
I suppose this is my own personal kind of hell
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Smoke and Mirrors
I wade, I cross, through a shallow path
and clearing
I stumble, I’m steadfast, it’s you
I’m misleading
Because behind the literature
And letters strung clear
It is I who had prepared
The smoke and the mirrors
I have walked through a dark place
With you in my hand
I alluded you into believing
That this was all part of the plan
A plan of grandeur
and a love unseen
It was I who convinced you
I was more than just me
And so I break every mirror
I blow all the smoke
It is just me that you see
You have finally awoke
From the dream that I sold you
The future simple and clean
And all that I’ve left you
Was a rude awakening to me
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Merrily, Merrily
I remember a young buck
who always chased the dollar
Preferred the pavement
lived off luck,
Chose the street over becoming a doctor
Merrily merrily, and just quite, barely
He began speaking for a living
A pen became a therapist’s therapy
And instead of a white coat collar,
every bell rung
sad words spun,
It was common, that he rolled the dice
with his life
and he did it for fun,
never thought twice, never felt,
But began to catch feelings
because he couldn’t quite stop life
Couldn’t stop her, tried luring, tried reeling
Before he knew, he began praying,
began kneeling
Fucked every room up
for always saying what he was feeling
And barely barely he thought
he might end up merrily
If he can stop his vices
and contain his fuckin self sparingly
Began pulling obscure passages
from a library’s shelf daringly
And took the thoughts of writers
and lived their words as if it was him, carefully
And the ghost of previous authors
he began living through them
And maybe he reaped what he sowed
and the reaper wasn’t so grim
And not too much later, after that,
I realized that that boy, I was him
The one who always
took the long way around the block
That I’m still that boy, but older,
for a second time stops
And I’m good
Sometimes it’s hard to remember
But I’m good
I’ve been through worse than this
But I need to remember every time that I could
This is nothing compared to where i’ve been
And even though I unravel, I’ll always be good
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Permanent
I suppose everything in life is temporary, and I often seek something permanent
A passing moment, a fading love, spilling blood with a tourniquet
and so I have learned to appreciate the little time I share with you
We exist in a blip in time, at least from an existential point of view
But it never bothered me how much of an impact I’d leave
because you are my world, you are the only one I’d care to remember me
and when I think of the short time until we hear afterlife’s bell
I hope for nothing more for you to remember me well
And though it seems that we are as insignificant as a grain of sand on the beach
My feelings for you stretch further that even the depths of space cannot reach
You are my source of warmth, you are my sun, and I am the moon that reflects your light
and even though we seem insignificant in the grand scheme of things, my reply
is that you are my world, I will gravitate toward you, I will circle the life you bring to me
And my feelings for you are as certain as death or taxes, something I wish you’d eventually see
I suppose everything in life is temporary, and I often seek something permanent
I’m a novice at love, before you, I have always had difficulty learning it
But my love for you encompasses everything I know that doesn’t end
And with you, I find it impossible to see me running out of love to spend
We are permanent, at least from my side of things
and I know it doesn’t make sense, and you were a casualty of all of the baggage I bring
But to me, you are home, I’m not looking for anything else
and it was you who made my temporary and better me
my permanent self
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Queen
I’m manic, I’m sporadic, I often shoot from the hip
Shoot first, ask later, I’ve been this way since my unbilicle cord ripped
I grow tired of the words that keep floods from my lips
I reach and grasp for you strongly, but I often have no grip
On reality, on the moving pieces around
You are my queen and I sacrifice every chess piece that with you they surround
that I often lose the match because I’d never sacrifice you
I win the battle, lose the war, I never lose, this is new
I only engage in arguments I know that I can win
and I find that I’m always right because my opinions sometimes spin
and I pivot, I redirect my beliefs, depending on what you prove
But believing your thoughts that we should let go, my queen,
That is something I will never see me do
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Wrapped Scab
I retreat into a house of glass to get away in open view
I am in a space, in the center,
between four walls
and through these walls I find you
The transparency and the shine is all but misleading;
that even though, you’re in plain sight, you are not something I am seeing
You may find me fleeting just as my thoughts sometimes do,
and I find that you have forever been the culprit, it’s always been you
Before you I have never bent, never broken, never folded
You are the cause to every scab, to every future that I’ve sculpted
in my head, in my bed, my thoughts I cannot seem to wrap around
I don’t know what is up, what is down, between the sky from the ground
A scab I pick into a scar that traces back to you
Fuck this scab, fuck this scar, fuck being apart, and fuck me too
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Scab
It is difficult to not pick at a healing scab
A scar is a scar whether from a minor cut or a stab
It is difficult to differentiate between the two when it comes to you
Because beneath the dead skin is new flesh when the a picked scab forms an old wound
But I never know how deep to pick at these cuts
If this is something I should let heal, or if it’s something I must
Scratch through the jabs, the incisions, and sutures
The scabs, all of which have deterred my plans, our aspirations, our future
Is a scab something to be left alone
Is a scab some kind of evidence; that through the pain we have grown
Are these wounds even worthy of addressing
Are these scars just a reminder that each other we have been besting
I guess I’ll never fucking know the answer
I don’t know if I should forget or let my thoughts spread to every crevice of my mind like a cancer
I don’t know if I should leave what’s left of us broken
or try to fix what is left, and piece together the decisions I have chosen
Truthfully, I’ll never know when it’s time to move on
And these scars and these scabs might feed into the con
That the grass is always greener
until you get to another motherfucker’a fucking lawn
But it is I who’s to blame because this is what I have brought on
I don’t know if my head is something that I’ll always be stuck in
If you don’t know, then I don’t know,
Maybe it’s time to stop fixing the pieces, maybe it’s time to say, fuck it
Maybe we should give up the glue, the shattered pieces, the sharp glass
And together we find a fresh start, finally let these scabs pass
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Swing for the Fences/Spew-Spit/Special-Enough
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Library
In one lifetime, a man can venture through a series of selves;
A collection of people, instances, and moments,
all placed upon a shelf
But when I had stumbled into your life, and had selfishly intervened
It was only you who could trace your fingers
along the binding of my favorite me
I have a library of shameful selves
A passing of me that has reoccurred,
A glimpse of me that I wish I could unsee
And despite the unfinished covers and stains
Along the torn pages of books that encompass me
I fumble on the notion
that it is even possible
that I’m your favorite library
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Tightrope
I tread lightly across a balance beam
A step into a fumble, one side too afraid to lean
Too far left to compensate for what I haven't done right
With no one to follow but a bright light
I've stumbled through clearings and skylines between
To express the me that others haven't seen
To find myself I've hid so deep
A balance beam I hadn't cleared a fall so steep
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824
We met when we were younger, with our first kiss beneath your sheets. I was nervous to inch closer, too timid to be within arms reach. But after each passing moment, each moment I've done you wrong, we've experienced everything and anything despite me stringing you along. And though I don't deserve the grace nor the chances you've given me, it was your guidance and your soften tones that have kept me from a flee. For every experience that we have spent together, both horrid and of bliss, it all roots from the moment that I had asked you for our first kiss.
It was a consistent struggle between myself and I. A me that was not ashamed to leave, versus another self of mine. A me that was defined by the shambles I've left of who were in my way, and a me who woke up trying to correct the mistakes I've made the following day. But I have come to terms that there are two beasts inside of me. One is caring and is the gentlest of souls, while the other has no regard for the other whole of me. I have come to learn that there are two heads that compose me through and through. And I hope for your sake darling, that only the worthy self will be the only me you knew.
I don't want my eloquence and charm to fool you. Because I've been told I've had my way with words, and the old me would have no remorse to leave you a lesson to be learnedThat I could manipulate and puppeteer the outcome of our nightBut I am no longer that person, I'd like for more than to stay the night I'd like to know your favorite colorWhat dreams you have in bedI'd love to know what thoughts you haveAnd share what's in my headI want something of value, substance, and all betweenI want one day for “us” to mean you and me
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Illusionary
It is an illusion A firm illusion of what I think ought to be It is an illusion A mere idea, the cause to all my flee It is an illusion An imaginary reason to keep the chase alive It is an illusion That keeps unhappy, that keeps apart you and I But if I follow that forever chase And hold that illusion close to mind And hold that excitement of new face In the end, it'll only be that illusion and I Because love was only a joke to me A joke I half heartedly believed to be That with too much time and too much mind Only the illusion would be my company
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taste
I thought I was tasteful once
a good eye in all visible
a good ear in all sound
I bite a good taste in my mouth when you're around
and I spit it out when you're not
My former self leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
but I can't even articulate the horrid taste it leaves you
I'm sorry
I think you have good taste in men if I'm what you're looking at
and I mean that, because even though I've stumbled
I truly believe I'm capable of being better than good to you and not only you
better than good to anyone
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one leads to another
Every moment that has ever passed
every choice that I've over looked
every stone I've left unturned
every alley I decided to avoid
every word I chose to not speak
all led me here, to a life waiting to happen to me
Every decision I've made led me here
to a life I hope to not miss
Every moment leads to another
leads to another to another
to another to another
to now
Every drink leads to another
leads to another to another
to another to another
Every cigarette leads to another
to another to another
Every mistake leads to another
leads to another to another
to another to another
to now
So I hope I'm not mistaken
for every mishap I've ever had
for every misguided crossing I've ever taken
I hope it leads to you
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luna
We're different
I reflect the radiance you glow at me
without you I'd be nothing for anyone else to see
You inject the life into all below us
and people look at us, and smile at us
and under us, they live, they love, together
and though we live apart most times
I find that your existence is my existence
and though we're opposites, together we're everything
to each other and to everything below us
but alone, we're nothing
and so night and day, we sail above and beneath the clouds
We're perpetual
I am drawn to you and only you
I revolve and circle you
I am your reflection
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i don't know where my head has been
I don't know where my head has been
I find that I misplace that sort of thing
I'm not the type to piece together people I'm in
because I find that I'm not as figured out as I seem
but maybe if I gave two shits about what I could make right
I would find a way to make some stability stay
and maybe if I gave two shits about what I could make right
I figure that maybe that I could comply in a better way
I don't know where the fuck my fucking head is
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