May 7, 200719 yr It's actually a poem about a person living with bipolar disorder. It alters the brains relationship with dopamine (monoamine neurotransmitter found in the brain and essential for the normal functioning of the central nervous system). The individual experiences a low (depression) and then overcomes with hypomania (rush of sudden energy) without any control and can sometimes even experience both at the same time! The individual has many advantages and disadvantages.....advantages: 10 times more creative than a normal person, artistic, musically gifted, above average IQ, usually a genius, disadvantages.... suicide. I'm a psych student, I write about weird things go figure :P When everything in your life is perfect, you'll do anything to screw it up just to make it feel exciting. I walk away in silence wondering if it's worth it, the pain you cause me so uninviting. Go triumph in your pride of hubris reality, Stare down your reflection of melancholic. Exclude me from your mind game mentality, weaving through the roads of parabola, vitriolic. I wake from slumber with a hang over, absorbing your toxins that torture through my veins. I rise with jubilant, my mind now sober. You have lost your grip, it's my life, and I hold the reins. I conquer all through my wrath of euphoric energy, a labyrinth of riddles racing through my mind. Creativeness, speaking quickly this bliss inside of me, nothing is complete! Time is ticking slowly maligned. My heart pounds, confusion sets in, outraged for unknown reasons, you'll do. It's your entire fault! This anger I feel within! I'm sorry; I hope you forgive me, if you only knew... When I wake up each day I wonder why, I canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t control the way I feel it decides for me. With my head in my hands I start to cry, I breathe deep sighs and count to three. When everything in your life is perfect, youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll do anything to screw it up just to make it feel exciting. I walk away in silence wondering if it's worth it, the pain you cause me so uninviting. The only people who tell you that you can't do something are those who have already given up on their own dreams so feel the need to discourage yours.
May 14, 200719 yr Read it first, thought: oh noes, intellectualness. The rhythm is hard to catch, that's probably because of the one block stanza. I can see your rhyming scheme, poem itself is full of deep meaning. Great never the less. ☢ CAUTION ☢ CAUTION ☢ CAUTION ☢ CAUTION ☢
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