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losing parts of yourself

the parts of yourself you lose are GONE forever but often the moments of when you lost them remain clear in your memory Losing parts of yourself in a way is almost worse than death because, like disability, you have to suffer through what you are given.  You are...

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BACKSPACE [poetry]

I have started reading my poetry aloud at an open mic down by the bus station.  I've been writing poetry since 1997 so I figure by now I should try reading it. saying "human reason is bent" so we can't use it to argue the faith is like writing "math is wrong" as an an...

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by June, poetry

in a vacuum cleaner sucking up present ribbons a better one will get gummed up worse in a brain, a faster mentally ill one will do more damage to itself in the same amount of time (passionate people leaving Christianity) passionate people sometimes turn into angry...

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poetry

pneumatic! there was go in my ego and once it deflated i stopped! bipolar is a hurricane but parts of mania are the quiet and peace of the eye of the storm (couldn't make religion work despite it being shoved down my throat) i wasn't able to get square thoughts to fit...

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mental illness poetry

Christianity (in your head) is like a gun powerful both in your service and when turned on you when you're manic you can keep God on the right side of your delusions when depressed not so much someone say something hurtful (that didn't hurt you at the time) thought of...

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poetry

the therapeutic-industrial complex demonizes dependence medicalizes malaise pathologizes perception and trumps truth you're not only not allowed to believe certain things you're not even allowed to believe you're not allowed to believe these things how much advanced...

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poetry party mostly new

God is not good enough i need some human imaginary friends I hate me for me can't you? my past is just one big pissing wall i go there to savor the stench of stale piss and and add some fresh piss hell is pain because pain is hell the unspeakable things that happen to...

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poetry: two, four, and raging

love is like aloha (which means hello and goodbye) it means two opposite things at once God is one but the devil has won i seem quiet what I present is the eye of the storm soon you will see the rest of it I am a rogue planet I don't orbit any star I just drift...

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labhells

some people are murdered by labels but they still call it suicide I try my hardest to hide the fact that I am bipolar.  One reason is once people stick that label on you they project their prejudice of what they think a bipolar person is on you.  You are written off.

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axes of death

just because you haven't killed me vertically doesn't mean you haven't killed my horizontally by treating me like i'm already dead and then crying foul when i start believing it There are two axes of death.  The vertical is physiological death, from perfectly healthy...

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