ask a lot from the followers of this blog. Maybe too much. I about to publish my first book with a legit indie publisher and The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir is becoming a reality and will be published soon. Update: I am in my final edits and working on my cover with my artist. It sounds like everything will be done on 8/15 as a tentative completion date. I need help continue to be able to write full-time.
My goal in my Patreon account is for me to connect with my followers to a point where they become a part of the experience. I have created tiers on my Patreon account that give a patron a level of access to my writing that has never before been seen.
She often contemplates Of a distant life One without strife Curious of where she hide When all is chaotic inside She fears her safe space mimicks pandora’s box It lies hidden beneath her surface Unlike a treasure chest Not meant to be discovered For this space holds secrets Most of which permeate And she, unaware… Continue reading Safe Space
A society screaming for acceptance Sits judging the alcoholic mom Religious people condemn others to hell As Priests rape innocent, God-fearing boys Promoting originality and authenticity Forgetting to disclose an addiction to prescription pain pills Chanting for equal rights Gripping your purse if a black man is in sight Turning your back And closing our… Continue reading Societal Genocide
Persistent I focus on growth, you cannot help but complain. Much of my life, it’s been the same. Never enough Or the wrong time, Too much, too soon. You find the most inopportune moments as if you are searching for a clue. Mysteriously problems arise, My fault, in your eyes. Chastise me as your child,… Continue reading It’s Time I Fly
I feel it It is trying to lure me in Singing its melody Like charming a snake Wrapping me in a warm coddle Promising to protect Never to neglect Except. . Washing aside egotistical pride Burrowing Nestling Within Refusing a grin Dare I let depression Win? ? It’s an unfair battle I become reliant Forget… Continue reading Thin
One of my New Year’s resolutions is to connect with more authors from the blogging world and also social media. I have been turning an idea over in my head over the last couple of weeks–a place where authors can sell their books through my platform. I am not sure how it could or would… Continue reading A New Idea – The Bipolar Writer Blog
For his attention She fight Without his approval Her dreams would not catch flight Self-sabotaging rendered her insane Poison flowed through her veins Risking a life she could not love Losing faith of anyone above A father who belittled his daughter Confusing her was the pain She sought in others a fragile love The one… Continue reading Meant to Be
I come and go as I please. I always have. Usually, I want to be missed. But not this time, it’s been pure bipolar bliss; being a miss. It isn’t easy being in this world, only to exist. With moods that have fits. Yet I have found my peace with my inner beast. Dormant she… Continue reading She
I wanna talk about you. But I don’t. No one understands that I promised a man to hold his daughter’s hand. She is far out in dead man’s land. A break intended for self-reflection has resulted in deflection. Refusing to look in the mirror or by your side Where is it Angie that you hide?… Continue reading Angela Rebecca