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bipolar (Pimple) by nentwined the inner tissue of my soul is full
of life
and hope,
but periodically it sloughs away
and leaves me barren.
Up the ladder:
Lessons on being a man
Down the ladder:
Iterated Fuck
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Posted: April 10, 2004 2:58 PM PDT; Last modified: April 10, 2004 2:58 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.816644 Overall Rank: 379 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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deleted user @ 68.66.196.168
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10-Apr-04/6:50 PM
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If you mean bipolar disease, which it seems you do, then Amen, Good description! I would call this free verse.
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nentwined @ 66.92.183.34
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10-Apr-04/7:29 PM
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That's what I was aiming for, but it felt too angsty and odd to be "real" poetry. But ... la. :) the "inner tissue of my soul" inspired the poem--saw it in another piece on here and had to do _something_ with it. Thanks for the vote of confidence. :)
interesting parallels between this and a menstrual cycle.
That's basically all it had going for it. :)
Do bipolar people exhibit this type of balance and introspection? Nice poem, just wondering if 3rd person would be more appropriate.
On a good day, I think. :)
Illiterate shit
you californian cunt. this is cuntsquirt.
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