poem writing

[dizzy.]

I write a lot. I like to share my writings but I never have a place to....so I will share something I wrote on a whim recently. It's not the best, I just did whatever came to my head.
if anyone wants to post their own writings/poems here too, that would be wonderful.

This one is in reference to bipolar episodes, how I go from super happy (yet with a lingering feeling of sadness) and suddenly drop to hating myself and others again.


In the dewy, muted sky, I only see the sun
I talk to the rocks, I only see a river
pins and needles, I see a chance for thread
red and dead, I darn a rose for you

I smile and beam, so much, it hurts my teeth
the doctors might say I have a cavity
but, don't you listen, don't you know
I don't want to die, so I lay in the snow

I tend to stay up late, and then I tend to wander
I tend to stare into the stars, and then I tend to ponder
how i'll sound to the trees, how they'll make fun of me
how they'll all stop and grimace at the grievance newly sewn

In the evenfall, I pretend to see the light
again, how I pray for it to come for me
I hold onto that glimpse of hope, afraid I'll be lonely
I vow, "Ill never be alone with all these versions of me."

I simper and smile, so much, it makes me cry
yet, I grasp at what is known as the last of it all
with etched flaws for sleeves, I tend to tell lie after lie
you look me in the eye, "you know I know you're hiding."

 

[dizzy.]

I prefer allegory.

I like allegories too!

 

[dizzy.]

Oh really? Well here's one that'll tickly your fancy.

tickled indeed

 

[dizzy.]

I write a lot. I like to share my writings but I never have a place to....so I will share something I wrote on a whim recently. It's not the best, I just did whatever came to my head.
if anyone wants to post their own writings/poems here too, that would be wonderful.

Another...something I actually wrote in high-school for an assignment

My core, short-circuit—
that restless light;
the wires churn within
my stomach.
To which, in turn,
and lest I writhe—
that restless light
inside me:
silent as snow,
blind as whispers;
my heart, it sparks,
once more.
My gears, their grinds,
the grinds of gears
spun
like rotary dials.

Synthetic ire
and hopeless croons
that restless light
I pray to;
so mindlessly, yet
so clever—in hopes for
that dim lit faith:
lest it, or they,
die or decay
without reason
or say;
or promise for
that restless light
in my system,
does it linger?
My eyes have yet to burn.

 

[Eazy]

I'll never be alone with all these versions of me

 

[dizzy.]

I'll never be alone with all these versions of me

personally, that's my favorite line.... :o)

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Another one I wrote yesterday about my obsessive compulsive disorder, as @webb&flow suggested I should...
Huge triggers for me have always been certain aspects of germs, and insects/spiders--i'm not afraid they will hurt me, I don't even know why I'm afraid of them, but I hate anything that could be intrusive, which is also why I hate the unknown. Just anything I'm not sure about. And also what God thinks about me.
I always thought He just had it out for me.
I also have other triggers but those aren't what this one is written about.



"on my nerves"

Out of God's pure spite, my enemy
was created for me.
Crawling with doubt, constant
and regent evil things and
intruders alike.
Through my pharynx they visit me; this vessel
again will rot away
again will fail to see the end
again will cease to lay its head
amongst the shoulder or bosom of peace.
The room around me closes in
bound it is for my skull
to join in, crushing my brain.
I'm trapped inside,
the inevitable
is vetting me;
is my sanity for purchase?
Will I ever be free? It seems
I've completely checked out.
Incise and ingrain
into my intrinsic innards,
on my nerves
and into my veins.
And out of God's pure spite, my enemy
crawling with doubt, constant
and regent evil things and
intruders alike,
was created for me.

 

[Eazy]

Through my pharynx they visit me; this vessel
again will rot away
again will fail to see the end
again will cease to lay its head
amongst the shoulder or bosom of peace.

this is my favorite part, the whole poem is really good though. its really interesting and i keep reading it trying to understand, I do hope that you keep writing

 

[dizzy.]

this is my favorite part, the whole poem is really good though. its really interesting and i keep reading it trying to understand, I do hope that you keep writing

That means a lot!! thank you <3