The poems that follow were all done by Windspirit. Wind, a Cherokee Indian living in an isolated part of Texas, is a valued member of the FyrenIyce community. FyrenIyce members voted on the poems that spoke most eloquently to them of what it means to live as a bipolar in our world. Here are their choices. Much gratitude to Windspirit for sharing his beautiful poetry with us all.
Like a darkchild...
Innocence seems gone now
and where did it go
what have i become
wrapped up in this coccoon
waiting, waiting
feeling so wild
darkchild
colors of only a short yesterday
friends that came and went
drinking in each day and night
taking pills to make it go away
drawing colors on the highway
signs i won't ever forget
and now i'm so dark inside
feeling a mental wreck
darkchild
wearing black seems to be my favorite
sullen darks and quiet blues
color my brain if you will
make it black and blue
see me wake up in the morning
manic jamming my brainz away
try to see me if you will
up and down all day
darkchild
trips on a wet rollercoaster
up and down like in a dream
making angels in a snowdrift
tasting sky is like a dream
tossing all my clothes away
seems jordache is a real drag
and where are all my old friends
looking at me like i have jet lag
looking so weird at me...
darkchild
a thousand medicine bottles sitting near me
books i'll probably never read
glasses that need to be washed some day
old candy wrappers tossed in wild array
computor disks that i don't understand
clothes tossed by my closet door
posters flying off my walls
seems staples don't hold much anymore
so confusing and tired and wild
manic depression ,feeling like a..
darkchild
windspirit.....
