Prose: Purpose

Purpose trumps happiness. Purpose gives meaning to life. Happiness is just an emotion that vanishes as fast as it appears. Find your calling so that you will live a life of meaning and one that is worth telling.

Hemingway

I agree with Hemingway that writing isn’t hard

You do just bleed out your feelings

Only problem is, the bleeding never ceases

Coping with your darkest secrets

We writers feel the most

Writing poetry just to pick up the pieces

Alone

Alone I am

Forever I shall be

An old soul like me

Will never be complete

Thankful for Bipolar 2

If you take my bipolar 2 disorder away

Then the best parts of me disappear

My empathy

My resilience

My creativity

My heart

My reality

My ambition

My hope

My compassion

It is not always a weakness you see

I am so much more because of it

Without it, I simply would not be me

Ending

I thought about ending for a long time

Until one night I dreamt of my fate

And in it, — I in the coffin

My lovely mother beside it; Completely torn

I knew now why ending simply didn’t make the pain stop

It made it endure and transform

Into something much much more

 

Hypomania

Hypomania we meet again, such a dear old friend

Without you, my best work wouldn’t exist

Ah, but you always leave in the end

You’re part of the disorder I always miss

Prose: Memories

I spend my days with coffee, literature and writing about memories of you and me.

Storm

Haven’t you heard women like me cause pure destruction?

Yet, here you are still intrigued and not even trying to leave

You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into — Not a clue

I’m the rain

I’m the lightning

Darling, I’m the storm

Prose: Advice from an Old Soul

Don’t let fear stop you from falling in love.  Young man, the most beautiful things in life are felt within the heart.

Prose: Fixer Upper

It took me a long time to realize that no matter how hard I try, I can’t fix and save everyone.  Not even those I dearly love.