BIPOLAR BLUES

First she will, then she won’t. Now she loves me. Now she don’t.
Mood swings high. Mood swings low. Round and round and round she goes.
Her love for me was so sincere, until she said stick it in your ear.
Where my heart was, now there’s just a bruise. She hates my guts. Got the bipolar blues! 

On again. Off again.
On again. Off again.
On again. Off again.
On again. Off again. 

Springtime is for hot romancing, holding hands, and dirty dancing.
She breaks up with me in summer, moves away, and blocks my number.
Autumn we’re a perfect couple. Hug and kiss and dance and snuggle.
Winter my heart does she break when she says go jump in the lake. 

First she’s up, then she’s down. Next my head spins round and round.
What used to be a deep affection is an order of protection.
We were sushi and sashimi. Now she will not talk or see me.
Lost my angel. Lost my muse. I’m all alone. Got the bipolar blues!

 Runnin’ hot. Runnin’ cold.
Runnin’ hot. Runnin’ cold.
Runnin’ hot. Runnin’ cold.
Runnin’ hot. Runnin’ cold. 

What goes up must come down. Pretty smile turns to frown.
Used to be her baby cake, but now I’m just a rattlesnake.
I will wait til she mends. Once again we’ll be friends.
Time will bring a change of luck. What goes down must come up. 

Get well soon. Darling, I miss you.

THE DEVIL CREATED ANGER

The Devil created anger,
And he smiled.
Then he created alcohol,
And he laughed.
Then he created money,
And he rested,
Because his work was done.

MY VULNERABILITY IS MY SHIELD 

My vulnerability is my shield.
My deformity is my camouflage.
My disability is my disguise.
My scars are badges of courage.
Weakness is my secret weapon.
Ugliness granted me the power of invisibility.
The cruelty of others gave me x-ray vision.
My fears are motivation.
My compulsions are companions.
My excuses, self-acceptance.
My disappointments are gratitude.
Humiliation made me human.
Each mutation is an evolution.
My regrets were my teachers.
Embarrassment is my private tutor.
My crimes prevent me from judging.
My past ignorance is no different than my current ignorance.
My losses are my motivation.
My breakdowns, my compassion.
My failures set me free.
My fatal flaw turned out to be my saving grace.

Author’s Biography

Scott Talbot Evans is a winner of the 2021 Script Studio & RAFAS present Scriptitude competition and the 2021 GEVA Theater/Writers & Books 2 Pages/2 Voices competition. His poems appear in Poetry Salzburg Review 39 and Straight On Till Morning #5. For more info visit: https://scotttalbotevans.wixsite.com/scott-talbot-evans