The residents of Mania
WELCOME My bloods tastes like dysfunction, and my mind spills blinding colours in a black-and-white world where the extinction of
Category: Poetry
Is This Mania ?
Breathing air that seemingly becomes so fresh Working endlessly on a project that determines my worth. Going hours without eating
You are my favorite teapot, and I will love you even when you leak.
I will never forget the day I complimented you,and instead of taking it, you assured me that you were not
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This is Not What I Expected
I stare out the window,stand and watch the rain beat downharshly on the rug spread on my patio;It wasn’t supposed
Seafarer; From the Perspective of a Future Lover
Her hair—twisted like long, green tentacles—fell like water across her faceand as the rain came pouring down, algae liquid followed
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MANIAC
Today has been good.I got out of bed. I showered. I got dressed up.I was productive. I had coffee. I
Hurricane Marie
Below is a poem I wrote about a friend—who was also my roommate—after she got her bipolar disorder diagnosis in
Wasting Energy
If I could breathe properly I simply would not waste my breath, Begging for help to you, who didn’t listen, when
My heart sings
My heart sings because of all the things we’ve done, my love. My heart sings because of all the things