Tag Archives: Bi-polar

Suffer Alone

Never Again Again

The pressure is familiar weighing heavily on my chest and feelings. Happening at least two times in the past. One left me flat on my back with tubes coming out of everywhere with various colors flowing. The second one was the worst place I’ve ever been.
Pushed again into the darkest area of my psyche. No hand or footholds to help me out and I started to cry uncontrollably for no real reason.
Then they came in like what spirits might do. I only guess of course but very different from the last time. Gaining control of my heaving they seemed not to see or hear me when I tried to introduce myself.
So I’m alone again falling deeper into myself without any hope of coming out of it. Now they’re translucent and disappearing. Losing track of time and days melting together with only one line left.

© 2015 Michael Yost 04/25


Have It All

In a perfect world we’d have it all
Poet’s would have their favorite pen
Or a keyboard where it’s hard to scrawl

Spitting out tropes like Peter’s Plan
While Wendy’s been humming and hawking
Keeping her head above the quicksand

Hook doesn’t know he’s winding out of time
Mr Grin waiting, watching and grinding teeth
Tic toc tic toc music so sublime

©2015 Michael Yost 04/07

So You Had to Ask or

Skimming the water, how do we know
How deep or shallow the water is
Without running the risk of vulnerability
Or are we to know only when it’s his

Does Charon always charge for to and fro
If you had to assk for the answer it always burns
Are (S)elected memories of a rich man’s health
The only way to express funneling Wealth..

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/16

Bye and Bi

One more day of sadness
Taking away my control
Over thoughts causing madness
Another day swallowed whole

Leaving a trail of hurt
Of loved ones around me
Left twisting in my dirt
Because med’s aren’t guaranteed

Bye and bi a new day starts
Trying to make amends
Hoping I didn’t break your hearts
Or I might descend again

© 2012 Michael Yost 09/27

Bowing Bough

The hands fail to give the mind its freedom
No it’s the mind that fails the hands
Of thoughts that are lucid and full of meaning
Offering the rational up for the weeping

Cut from the heavy bowing bough
Snapping upward rebounding
Touching the sky once again somehow
Hands or mind or hands endow

© 2011 Michael Yost


wHo Am Bi

Bi Polar

I close the door to your noise.
Go your way; your ploys and toys.
No longer will we orbit the same sun.
Gravity lays me flattened near undone
Pain and rules are relative.
Results and rain cumulative.

© 2011 Michael Yost


Die Polar

The morning arrives shiny and bright
Flowers uncurling a beautiful sight
Horses nostrils flare snorting with delight
Bounding up a mountain to a new height

The reflections are narrow, dark and deep
Slipping in very slow I did not leap
Clawing up at the walls so very steep
Falling in on itself yet celebrating sleep

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