Tracing palms
Never enough
To just touch
The silver rush of blood
The melding of souls
Contrasting our significance
Muting the unimportant
It's better isn't it
To be with someone
Holding our glass hearts
With bronze tipped gloves
Brushing our humanity
With the sanity of the insane
What it is to dance with the unknown
To swim in the great oblivion
To kiss long eyelashes
To fall in love with a stranger
Close your eyes and live out the possibilities
Of someone's smile
You found in the laundry isle
Thinking ridiculous thoughts
Humming a tune you painted on an empty canvassed piece of your heart
Made only for your eyes
To laugh at and leave to wonder
Take the leap
Or stay grounded
The meaning of life doesn't stray far
I'm ready
Swirling everyday
Like the sugar melting
In the bottom of my tea
Imprinting their sweet destiny
In the bottom of my cup
My wings so easily snapped
Have been taped back together
Correcting them into the form of success
Closing my eyes
It's been a long day
Life isn't the boulevard
It's not year round summer
So I better walk it while I'm able
Try and remember not everything's a fable
Never believe anything on cable
And lastly be terrified of defining anything with a label
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Random Excerpts of a Bipolar Soul
PoetryI write to cope with my depression and document my happy moments and some of my most dark, these are all literally all mad ravings about my life, sometimes if I'm lucky I rhyme. I'm posting them so others can relate to what I've felt, feel, and hope...
