Do you ever believe you were destined for great things
then say 'it can't be done, ' and fold up your wings?
I envy the unintelligent,
the plain,
...
99% of humanity
is enclosed within
our knowledgebase
I yearn to be that 1%
...
In the morning my mind rises
afire and full of surprises.
By nightfall my mind will stagnate.
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Some live for human connections,
others for sensory sensations.
For which shall I live for?
Why not both?
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Life is consistent
When it comes to
Punishing the reckless
Ostracizing the negligent
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Treat your day
like your booty call.
Bang her with full effort,
Bang her because you want to,
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Persuasion is Power
With Rhetoric it's key.
Giving one the upper hand
and damn good poetry.
...
This poem is very loud.
But I can't rhyme with loud,
My professor is far from proud
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I am a 20-year old aspiring screen and television writer. I am a sophomore at Willamette University and plan on attending a summer screenwriting course at USC. As a diagnosed bipolar disorder, I have experienced a broad range of emotions which I try to bring out in my writing. I am also very intellectual. I'm fascinated by rhetoric, logic, and reasoning. If I ever made a good living writing, I would take occasional hiatuses to seek new degrees. my dream would be to have a JD, a PhD in Rhetoric, and a Bachelor's Degree in Psychology. I'm just a 20-year old perhaps overambitious young adult who only wishes to reach his full potential in the creative arts and discover just how high my potential actually is. Short Screenplays: High on Friendship (Stageplay) http: //ischneid87.deviantart.com/#/d4lfn4r Whisper of a Bullet -Short Scene http: //ischneid87.deviantart.com/#/d4lflos Poolerotica (Short Screenplay) http: //ischneid87.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d4lfkdj I also dabble in music (http: //www.youtube.com/user/ischneid87/videos) I might write poetry too: P)
The Life Of A Bipolar
Highs and Lows
Mind never slows
Hook up with a girl?
I'm king of the world
Score high on a test?
I'm the undisputed best
Drinking with my friends?
Good times won't end
Am I lying to you?
Won't even pretend
Feel the turning of the tide?
Ruminate on suicide
Go through with it?
Hell no
Smoke another bowl?
Fo-sho.
Self-medicating?
Obviously
Numbing the pain?
Absolutely
Adderall in the morning?
Thoughts ablaze with ambition.
Insomnia at night?
A mental war of attrition.
Which side's gonna win?
I wish I knew
What is my future?
I have no clue
Does this scare me?
Obviously
More thoughts of death
Appear ominously
Do my friends understand?
Not a chance
Do my parents comprehend?
They have no stance
Do I feel lonely?
My social life's tattered
Even in a crowd?
Doesn't even matter
I Lost my hat?
Eruption of rage
I'm talking to a girl?
Shyness be my cage
Why can't I escape?
Unwavering Anxiety
How do I control it?
Unyielding Propriety
Will I end up on top?
Or dead in a ditch?
Is this disorder a blessing?
Or an indomitable witch?
The answer to these questions
Still indeed escape me
But I must keep going
Cuz world still needs me.