In a cosmic canvas of boundless delight, Where dreams pirouette in ethereal light, A symphony of stardust softly plays, Bathing the soul in hope's radiant rays.
Through the vibrant expanse of the mind's embrace, Where colors ignite and emotions chase, A chorus of whispers, gentle and mild, Guiding us through where the spirit might glide.
In this ethereal realm of dreams and gleam, Where darkness recedes and stars brightly beam, We find solace in the starry expanse, A cosmic waltz, a soul's entrance.
The heavens whisper tales yet unheard, Of celestial journeys, stories preferred, In the stardust's embrace, warm and true, We find our place, our dreams coming through.
So let us dance with the dreams that inspire, In the cosmic canvas where spirits can transpire, Where hope's radiance forever glows, And the soul finds solace where starlight flows.
I'm Han5olar, and I'm bipolar,
But it won’t define me, I'm a scholar.
I'm gonna rise above, and achieve my dreams,
Show what this bipolar king means.
I've been on highs, and I've been on lows,
But I'm still here, and I'm ready to go.
Got the medication, got the therapy,
I'm gonna beat this, it's my destiny
To my bipolar warriors out there,
I know it's hard, and it makes me swear
Let's support each other, pick us up,
Together, we'll reach the f***ing top
Bipolar disorder, light shines on you
With love and peace, we’ll see this through
This part of me, you don't define
This warrior is gonna climb
Let's shine our light, and spread the love
Bipolar disorder, we'll rise above
With Light and Love, we'll create
The new world promised us by Great.
@Han5olo wow that is a slay poem
Okay this is a song called "I Really Thought" By me, Addy Berlin
I thought we were friends
but you had some split ends
then 5 days later I found out you were a faker
So are we friends
or just dead ends
with all the emails that we sent
it really cant be the end
are we friends
are we friends
are we friends
so are we friends or just dead ends
with all the emails that we snet
this can't be the end
so are we friends?
New one:
This divine dance, our love entwines,
A lovers' waltz, the passion declines.
Beyond the veil of time and space,
Love transcends and leaves a trace.
Though transcendent storms, our love endures,
But in its depths, darkness lures.
In the grave of souls, our love's embraced,
A numinous flame, forever enlaced.
Though the world may try to keep us apart,
Our love transcends, a celestial art.
But in the tapestry of destiny's design,
Our love is woven, with threads of twine.
My celestial love, my heart's desire,
In your embrace, my soul’s on fire.
As we dance, in this heavenly sphere,
Our love's embrace, a fading tear.
No longer bound by infinities hold,
We find our strength, our spirits bold,
Stardust's bondage, our souls entwined,
Love stories are cosmic, so defined.
"Our love transcends, a celestial art" - I think that was my favorite line. I felt that one.
Brilliant poem, and it was fun to read! 😁
@Coco08061969
Sitting in the stillness of a dark puddle
Watching memories refract, reflect, shine,
show on the many ripples
Replaying Mistakes under the surface of water
And a Golden sea of Good times in the distance
A warm arm awkwardly wrapped around me
Pulling me from that deep puddle
I opened my eyes
A Girl welcoming me with a greeting and a smile
“Hello”
Her words were like that of a sun beam warming your skin
on a cold winters day
Comforting
Eases a undertow of past regrets
eyes like a Teddy Bear
And curious ears she,
Just Listens to
My words
Her Presence was as if
A hand putting back together
all the broken shards of my thoughts like a puzzle
Instincts of panic rushed in.
“I am not good enough for this feeling”
“Why me…”
Days pass yet
She is still as consistent as the sky
comfort,The same
Patience, Never ending
My heart, stiff and rugged….
Melted to her slow consistent heat
Not a quick flame but,
As slow as tar
not burning immensely.
Not a quick burst of powerful heat
Not like a fire work
instead
She melted my heart
Relaxed me
Like a slow wax candle
Like melting chocolate,
Slow but sweet.
@Coco08061969
A military Brat, Male
hair like strands of cotton thread, colored like pine sawdust
pupils light blue/grey like that of washed denim
face covered in freckles as if cinnamon were sprinkled.
He was still,sitting, thinking, trapped,
isolated in his own mind
he wasn't really even there,
never ending thoughts folding, crossing, twisting and tying
like the lines of a celtic knot.
There she was
The stereotypical angsty alternative girl,
Her pupils dark, her gaze piercing the heart like a shot from a revolver
, her hair like black strands of webs,
skin pale as the white shoes she wore.
suddenly message after message
comments, answers, questions, trading
similar to a pendulum's swing,
yet it stops dead on one peak of the swing until
“i don’t think we should talk”
Sitting on one of many bouncing seats in the big yellow road horse,
isolated, alone until…
His Lips Curve Up Into
The Shape Of A Crescent Moon.
“no one cares”
soon the weight of an obese boulder lifts.
“I don’t have to chase attention to see if they care”
“i can be myself even if those words sting, even if i feel exposed”
Numbness like the stillness of a dusty book not touched in years.
He just sits thinking, thoughts tangling and untangling, folding, changing, darkening, brightening, processing.
The teacher opens her mouth, Words cut that string of thoughts
“Malachi”
he looks up
“present”
he says
but his string of thoughts rather than falling and vanishing
Tangle up the words that cut it.
“Am I really even present?”
He thinks,
thoughts blooming
like colorful flowers in the spring, sunflowers, daisies, roses, honey suckle, dandelions, prairie flowers, and yarrow.
That numbness was not what it claimed
. His feelings were just asleep.
Maybe that sleeping beauty needs to be slowly woken. Rather than a sudden kiss.
all that is needed is sweet reminders every once and awhile.
Then the her eyes may spring open again
Maybe The Color And Pages Of That Untouched Book
May Fly Off The pages.
Like a knife slowly chipping away the oak,
Rather than splitting with an axe,
One produces division,
The other slow gradual,
Until….
You Shape, Practice, And Learn
To stir that sleeping beauty rather than force.
A dance of a slow relaxed swaying,
Or a Rigid Uncomfortable Panic.
@Coco08061969
There, a Boy
Saw dust colored hair
with the texture of cotton,
Pupils colored like washed denim,
empty.
Trapped
He looked isolated,
numb
Sinking into a puddle
A strong undertow of regret
Where most saw scribbles,
I saw knots of many kind, each strand moving in thought
Constantly
Tied to him, dragging deeper into
A pit
I anchored an arm to him,
Pulled
He was free, but
Troubled
I smiled, listened, waited,
I was present
for him
I slowly melted his glass walls
With the flame of many warm springs
Suddenly
His eyes sparked brightly and
Bloomed,
He Smiled
He glowed
It was beautiful
hypnotizing
That cry of pain while slowly sinking into that dark puddle
Suffocated by those complex knots.
Turned into a smile while he
Soared above a golden sea with mighty wings