"Bp kids have Special Angels"
by John S., age 9

I think that God is very kind
even though there is bipolar
that really messes up our minds
and makes us cry, rage and holler.

But, there is a group of many a mom.
Every one of them has a bp kid
Whom they help to lose the storms and find the calm.
For of bp they would like to the world to rid.

All of them have bad days
On which they say "who else will my kid annoy?"
On other days they sing much praise
cause one of them has a happy girl or boy.

But, WAIT!! There is hope.
For they always help each other
with meds and moods and how to cope.
God picks only someone special to be a bp mother.

They all have a halo and wings
Many days they wonder "where will I get the energy from?"
All of them are great for many things
but mostly for being a 'Bp angel mom'.

You win some You lose some
By Adrian, age 12

I'm held back, restrained
Don't stop now, it don't matter
My tire is flatter, how I don't know
I didn't invite you all to my show
I hate everything, everyone that gets in my way
If not for my mom I wouldn't even be here today
It ok now I'm gonna take my stand
Learn how to be a man, won't join no gangs
So don't give up on your hope and don't smoke dope
Growing up can be so hard
You learn by the mistakes you make
Not everyone is nice, take some advice
You win some you lose some

"Sibling to Confidant"
(In the Style of Langston Hughes' "Mother to Son")

by Anonymous
(sister of a boy with bipolar disorder)
(c) 2002

Well, friend, I'll tell you
My brother ain't given us no time of peace.
It's been chaotic,
And terrorizing,
And emotions flying like shrapnel
And discipline a two-tier shop
Privacy invaded.
But while I lost the brother I knew
I'se celebrated rain without hail,
And escaped some targeted bullets
And grasped the verbal abuse,
And the humiliation with friends
It's been a dress rehearsal for later relationships.
Don't let anger allow the blood to flow
"Cause you're not responsible at all.
Don't take your hard hat off -
For the next bomb will surely drop
I'se still fighting the invisible enemy
And my brother ain't given us no time of peace.

Incoherence
By Mallory, age 14
May 1, 2002

when my thoughts are coherent
i'll talk to you

not now though;
i'm busy.

i told you;
i'll talk when i've got coherence.
just look at all these thoughts.
i can't make any sense of them.

now you've got to leave me alone
so i can make sense of them.
i'm organizing them into piles-

look what you've done!
you've distracted me.
now they're all a mess again.

please go away.

when my thoughts are coherent
i'll talk to you.

How Does Love Travel
By Jonathan, age 10

How does love go from heart to heart
Not a video game in a shopping cart

But a kiss on the cheek
which cures a heart with a leak

or a romantic dinner with candlelight
or maybe a picnic by moonlight

but whatever you think is right
I think is too!!

"A BP Kid's Poem"
By Jonathon, age 9
July 2, 2001

How do they love me
How do they go on

With a life full of rages
For me they come on

With eyes full of sorrow
And pain when I'm done

With meds and meds
Like Prozac and Nozinon

With all kinds of people
Helping me out

Maybe I will concentrate
On my screams and shout

FIVE POEMS
By Caitlin E. McIntosh

Little Star

Little star in the sky, you shine so brightly
I can easily see you with my naked eye.
Oh little star up above, please send me hugs and lots of love.
Send someone who'll care with green eyes and brown hair.
Send someone for me to swim the ocean blue.
Someone whose love is true.
Oh little star in the sky, just send me love that does not lie.

Falling

Falling. I'm falling hard.
My mind is quiet. I wait to feel the impact.
I seem not to see, though my eyes are open.
I feel empty, though I'm full.
Falling.
I gush a little air, but I dare not scream.
I'm so light it feels like a dream - till I land.
Falling.

No Turning Back

I wish I could go back where it was always warm outside,
Never cold or black.
I wish I could re-live that time when you were here
And we could have a ball without spending a dime -
But there's no turning back.
I often remember those with whom I used to play.
We'd run for hours in the park and beg to stay -
But there's no turning back.

To Hear a Bird

The air is thin, no sound is heard, but all I need is you
To hear a bird.
I'll run to you when I'm down.
When I'm with you, there's no need to frown.
For you I would die, but you'd refuse to let me try.
And I thank you for that.

Forever April

Forever April it will be.
For that's when your heart's close to me.
Your eyes glow bright, green as the grass we lay upon,
Looking at the clouds as they go drifting past.
My love for you shines brightly through, as I look into those eyes.
And Forever April it will be.
It grows dark, but our love shines bright.
June is nearing as I step onto my flight.
But when I get here your love lives on, waiting for me.
And forever April it will be.

Mom's Birthday
by Brandi
Age 12

Moms are a gift
sent from above;
sent here to give
their warmth and their love

They help you complete homework
that you can't complete
They help you meet your goals
that you can not meet

They give you their advice
even when you prefer none
They're there when you're sad
or when you're having fun

Sure sometimes they are mean
and they'll scream and shout
but mostly they're generous
their name spells it out:

"M" is for merry
they're always so glad
When you do something good
they won't get mad

"O" is for Oscar
the award my mom should win
She's always my mom
but she's still my friend

"T" is for talented
she'd drive you state to state
so you'd get there on time
she'd make sure you weren't late

"H" is for helpful
she helps you all the time
she helps me see things
when I am blind

"E" is for ever
you know that she'll be there
when all your friends leave you
she'll be the one to care

"R" is for right
whenever you two disagree
be prepared to be wrong
she's always right - you'll see

Today's my mom's birthday
and I know she's happy
because the next six years
I'm stuck with her like she's stuckwith me!

Fuzzy Buzzy
By Matt
January 4, 2000

Fuzzy Buzzy the bumble bee was having a snack.
All of a sudden he felt a big "WHACK!"
"O no!" he buzzed, "I think I've been flattened!"
But that wasn't what really happened.
For a boy who was careless and cruel,
Had broken the world's #1 rule:
"Never ever step on bees!!!"
So Fuzzy Buzzy stung him,
and with a great cry he got off of him.
Fuzzy Buzzy spread out his wings,
And took off to see the flowers and things,
But all of a sudden he found that something was wrong.
He was not very strong.
He tried to rest, out of the way of the other bumble bees,
So now he may go out wherever he will please.

The Me You Do Not See
By Emily
Age 12
February 20, 2000

The demons in my mind
Are messing with my head.
But I can make them go away
With happy thoughts instead.

You may think me strange
With weird thoughts in my mind.
I don't care what you say
Cause I'm one of a kind.

I can think of many things
You think I cannot do.
You just wait and see
Let me show you.

I can kick and I can spin
I wear a belt of black.
When there is danger lurking 'round
Watch for my attack.

When on stage I get to be
Someone that I am not
A princess, an angel, a goddess
Who never is forgot.

No matter what you hear or see
I'm not what I appear to be
A princess.
An angel.
A goddess.
A fighter.
That's me.

Painting With My Soul
By Ali
Age 9
February 20, 2000

Oh, I'm painting on a wall that has a bend.
I'm painting as fast as the wind.
I'm painting like the mark near my heart,
Or maybe my soul dancing in the dark,
And maybe like a firework set off by a spark.
But one thing is for sure,
You'll always be in my heart.

Why Do They Keep Me?
by Andrew

Why do they keep me
A diseased little boy
I pick on the youngest
I take his favorite toy

I yell and I scream
I bash and I break
I tease and I curse
And I'm mean like a snake

I am bipolar that's my disease
Go ahead if you want
I don't care if you tease

I wish I was normal
As normal as you
I wouldn't throw fits
As much as I do

Sometimes I wonder
Why God made me this way
I get mad as thunder
Make the walls decay

I yell really loud
I wake up our neighbors
They get really mad
They say we're so bad

I lose total control
I can't even think
It hurts them real bad
Their eyes drip like a sink

I say I'll commit suicide
I really hope I don't
I want to grow up to be a granddad
Like my dad is going to be

Sometimes I hurt myself
Real stupid of me
I punch a wall or a door
Or cut myself
And jump like a flea

I have really good friends
That I don't want to lose
It really feels weird
Like they're fading away
It's what I always feared
To be the lonely one

I always say sorry
I'll never do it again
I wish just one time
It would finally come true

I want to be nice
Be polite and respectful
Sometimes I feel like a pair of dice
Waiting to be passed to another person

Sometimes I get so mad
That I get my daddy cursing

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