For Manic, Listless...
/* “second derivative”: In the branch…
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…manic, listless, bipolar, mad souls,
the rate of solitude increases…
By Ngoc Nguyen
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O Bipolar, Harass...
/…harass me nevermore!
Depart from me! For Easter Sunday's here,
a comfort which transforms this time of year,
and cuts you like an…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreThe Full Moon Kindles the Bipolar Mind
/…full moon kindles the bipolar mind:
like a hunter hard on his prey, the nights
revive a dark, dysphoric mood; then grind
the soul to abject lows from perfect…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreMelancholy and Joy
/…and joy, like oil and water,
do not combine (like water in a bath
of acid). The twain never do
meet in a single…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreBreaking Point
/I should have known something was wrong when the trees started talking back.
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…because I won at a poker game. He was the ringleader, the star of the show, teaching us newbies how to play our hands, how to hide our emotions, when to place the right bet. I proved to be a quick study, surprisingly good. Or just…
By Slyvia Rose
Read MoreBipolar Epiphany
/A sonnet on the theme of the author's diagnosis of bipolar disorder and his resolve…
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…skip sleep or refuse to take my
med's despite my doctor's advice, I hear
radio voices echoing in my…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreSending My Regrets
/Just because you have two broken halves and all the tape in the world, it doesn't mean you can make a whole.
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…know, I think I’m sorry now. Sincerely,
chest-heavy sorry. I carry it in the lowest tips
of my lungs like pneumonia. I know
I said I’d never apologize after you served up my heart
sliced thinly on toast, a quick late breakfast you slid to her
at the other end of the table we crawled across
(just a little further with every teasing flash of
psychotic secrets held far too private for way too…
By E.V. Noechel
A Manic Meditation on the Bipolar Blues
/As a manic-depressive, my manias would have the curious ability to bend, twist and warp my perception of reality and self to usually pathological and detrimental extremes that have easily landed me in a mental hospital more than once when I was a youth. Today, older and much wiser, I am medication-compliant and therefore stable where I can function and spend my time reading; ennobling and edifying my mind; and composing poetry (for my own enjoyment and self-therapy).
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…with unbounded energy tonight,
I eschew my med's until I can hear
the frightful voices trumpet in my ear,
now haunting me into…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Voices→
/…sorrow and pain,
Her mind drifts away,
For she can't see the beauty of her nature,
With voices in her head unable to process,
Those never ending fights with unseen sights,
She stands alone with darkness at her side,
Below the surface trembling like a dog,
Her fear is unspoken words,
Never leaving her side but oh how she wishes,
With regrets and regards she lifts her hear head up,
With pain and confusion she pulls back her shoulder,
With strength and courage she walks,
Always listening to the voices inside her head,
Never would she stop singing the songs inside…
By Marina Vos
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