Tag Archives: bipolar

my dear space, time will tell

i fear we won’t watch our facade cave in. amongst all my love, i really look forward to wearing coral lipstick. but last night, when you said you didn’t see my face paint, i’d wondered what else you were blind … Continue reading

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i’ve probably quenched your thirst by now…

i’d hate to blame my homework on cats but all those other demagogues are too preoccupied chasing fairytales– like, don’t you see your cloud overhead? i didn’t whisper, “thunder,” and i probably should’ve just to get you to look up … Continue reading

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only if there’s a last supper after my “last supper…”

if i let my tongue burn, sometimes i think i would die. sometimes i think i would die if i let you fall under my breath where i hide my bread crumbs. it’s because they didn’t teach me misery right. … Continue reading

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catastrophic grace

let me get a little crazy! let me disencumber,              OVER FLOW                      in vingar, puking birds over cuckoo’s nests where i rest my resting- less head in restlessness!!!!! pluck me formal formed feathers from cocks’ tails with a cocktail … Continue reading

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With No Pulse

Forgetting how many times forgiven and forgiving in hopes to forget some enigma by these coursing and splitting emotions within dreams; a manic-depressed cleave rendered like in two aortas. We are paired in misfortune as if beating every solemn heart … Continue reading

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i should build a levee

silver is becoming attractive to my whims. i imagine nuzzling razors tenderly against my skin.. i imagine the Nile that crawls from my wrist to be emptied in a red sea as i open my fist. reveal an atlas of … Continue reading

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I am Dust

When I ask for dust; I ask for a plague of time where my mind slips from every coursing moment so I can fade away, so I can disintegrate and recycle any feeling of peace or pleasure or despair and … Continue reading

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Sentencing Lala

High is when the temperature is Fashionably late and your heart Is the strobe cruising along the Arabian sea knowing you can Drive to Dubai from Kannur Within a day through the water Held in a bottle of eye drops … Continue reading

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Attempting REM

Seroquel watches the madness until the wake look at welkin, hoping sleeplessness could end after the alarms are set. Rationalizing mania through a prayer bound by an attempt to avoid begging                             (despite its synonym) leads her from sleepless to … Continue reading

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Volc-irenic

Taking a noetic perspective on insomnia— if it runs through blood or in this lava— leaves my eyes red and heavy, chasing my shadow and sweating from erupted responses that delayed the flight of a thousand tears; now a sadistic … Continue reading

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