The Warehouse Window

For my sunlight,its glass cut through a concrete wallthe edges crumbled and rocky,like an unfinished birthday cake.No place for symmetry or neatnesswhen testing and receivingnetworking equipment wi…

Patrick W. Marsh
Read my poem “Kindness”

Give me trauma on a blackboardI’ll glitter all its owls and tentaclesencircling and stamping thefreakish and rancid record wehave etched on the atoms of our reality. Afterall, we all shatter, hurt,…

Patrick W. Marsh

💔✨ Even in ruin, there is art. My latest poem, “The Art of Falling Apart,” delves into heartbreak, memory, and the strange beauty that can be found in pain. Shadows linger, scars speak, and yet—there is still creation. #PoeticBipolarMind #TheArtOfFallingApart #PoetryOfTheSoul #HeartbreakPoetry

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The Art of Falling Apart

"The Art of Falling Apart” is a haunting exploration of heartbreak, memory, and resilience. Each stanza unveils the lingering weight of love turned ghost, the torment of regret, and the strange beauty hidden in ruin. It’s a poetic reflection on pain, desire, and the fragile art of survival.

Poetic Bipolar Mind
To Keep Love Breathing

The narrative explores the silent resilience of love through the metaphor of a tree shedding its leaves. This act symbolizes a quiet sacrifice made not from weakness, but wisdom, allowing love to e…

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Heads or Tails—A Whisper from Two Sides of the Same Soul

This poem, inspired by a friend’s question about differing perspectives, explores the duality within ourselves. It portrays the unseen sides of our identities—where one side is acknowledged w…

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Unfixable, Still Beautiful

I was a glass—shattered into a thousand truths.They came, one by one,with hands full of sorry,trying to fix,trying to mend.But they once tried their very best—to break me into pieces.And when I fin…

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Drenched in Rain: When the Tears Found Company

The content reflects on the naturalness of crying as a human emotion, emphasizing the connection between tears and healing. The poem illustrates a moment of vulnerability, where the author finds so…

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A Truthful Lie & A Lied Truth

A truthful lie—was when you asked,“How are you?”and I smiled,with all the strength I had left.“I’m fine,” I replied.It wasn’t truth,but it wasn’t quite a lie either.It was a survival sentence—a way…

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