Intense as fire
The sigh heavy on my chest
Your kiss said goodbye
© bipolarmuse 2012
This entry was posted on May 13, 2012 by bipolarmuse. It was filed under Poetry and was tagged with Bipolar disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, haiku, Mood disorder, Poem, Poetry.
Nailed it! Perfect.
May 13, 2012 at 9:32 AM
Thank you Ben! I am starting to like these Haiku style poems. Trying to say so much with so little…
May 14, 2012 at 6:44 AM
May 13, 2012 at 9:55 AM
WE ALL NEED GOODBYES HUH
LOVED THIS XX
May 14, 2012 at 6:41 AM
Indeed we do… Thank you
May 14, 2012 at 6:45 AM
SEEMS LIKE THERE ARE A LOT OF GOOD BYES GOING ON THESE DAYS ……..?
MAYBE IT’S ALL FOR THE BEST ?
HOPE SO XO
May 14, 2012 at 6:48 AM
May 14, 2012 at 7:16 AM
Thank you Linda.
May 14, 2012 at 9:11 AM
This time is so short
We give it up just for love
So goes our stories
I’ve been addicted to haiku’s lately… Anyways saying goodbye is the hardest thing on the planet to do! I enjoyed this poem.
May 14, 2012 at 9:06 AM
Great Haiku!! I am addicted to them too… my first one I wrote was Your Voice Sings To Me…
may be only a few weeks old.
Glad you enjoyed this poem!
May 14, 2012 at 9:12 AM
I’ll have to look for it! Assuming I didn’t find it before and just forget. Anyways I like writing haiku’s but I’m so used to free form that I feel like a baby trying to learn how to speak when I go to write them.
May 14, 2012 at 9:15 AM
Me too my friend. I was scared to death to even try writing one. LOL.
I feel “elementary” I guess I could say.
May 14, 2012 at 9:32 AM
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Bittersweet they shine
The tears on my cheeks tell you
I am still alive
Don’t cast me aside
Can’t throw me to the ground, then
Expect me to bloom
I am my own heart
I am defiance of you
I am my own soul
Huh. Even when I try to write in a similar style, my haiku always come out slightly rebellious or sad and… indefinably different. They’re just MINE rather than YOURS. That’s really all there is to say on the matter! So it goes when writing poetry from the heart.
I’m sorry. Your haiku keep making me want to alternate between crying and writing more poetry. So between the tears I have to write and write and write to make myself feel clean again. It’s not your poems that make me feel dirty, just the memories they can sometimes stir up. Which is okay, because it’s sort of like a unique form of therapy. Trial by fire and the flames purge the bad feelings, only in this case the flames are my writing and the matches are your poems.
Thanks for starting the flame in me again, bipolarmuse~ <3
May 25, 2012 at 10:52 AM
See… and I think your words are amazing and capturing. Your writing style is unique.
I wish they wouldn’t be a trigger for negative emotions for you, yet maybe it is a unique form of therapy as you say.
The same thing can happen to me and the words just flow from me. It is good to get that all out there. ♥
May 25, 2012 at 11:14 AM
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