Madness Ensues: Poetry from Behind the Bipolar Mind

Now, I dont want you to panic or anything, butI will be honestYou are holding in your hands A book of poetry. I know, I know, poetry is just so outdated. Why waste your precious time, right?And with all due respect to the greats (whom I do referTo frequently and call upon in my own worksRIP, Shakespeare),I have to agree with you. With all of todays technology, pen and paperIs a dying art. And Im not afraid to admit that. Nor am I afraid to admit that I have the gall to change that. What this world needs right now is a poetic revival,A great awakening of new works, Work That is real, raw, and authentic. And that is exactly what I intend to give you. Personality, heart, and soul (wait, do gingers even have one of those?)Touching upon subjects that have been touched on before, such as death and sexuality,But have never been touched quite like this, I assure you,Thats it right there. Right here. And last but not least, dont stopRead . . . (PS: all praise be to Plath for inspiring me and for also suffering from bipolar disorder while attempting to undo the stigma against mental illness.)Heres to hoping my ending turns to be happier than hers. My only aim is that these works demonstrate what its like living from emotional extreme to emotional extreme, and most importantly, what it meansTo be human.