Depression

Holy missiles

Liana — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 14:49:43 +0000

One wrong step after another

I finally fell into the cobalt sea

Down I went into the nothingness

surrouded by the faces, by the voices and by the songs

that held the shadows, the fear, and the guilt

my world filled up with the broken identities

Soon i think I'll drown,

for I have been holding my breath for centuries

Long ago i was in love with the wind

It was fast and unpredictable

I used to think that I could see it

But i have forgotten what it feels like

To even breathe the precious air

That's when I hear the very suttle whistle

It breaks through the water

It jolts through the darkness as a holy missile

Suddenly there are more faces

More voices and more songs

They bring memories from the open

memories of the golden fields

and memories of the scarlet sunsets

Almost out of breath i start swimming

I know that I won't ever stop my movement

Not until I find myself on the verge of winning

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My dark pit of despair.

moogster — Mon, 21 Jan 2013 11:40:25 +0000

The dense darkness envelopes me like a smothering shroud

that seeps into my bones and very soul

As I fall deeper and deeper into a lonely pit of despair

where my mind is tortured by intrusive turbilant thoughts

Thattcursinglyy swirl around and around in my mind

that are just too much to bare

and the icy cold grip of apathy takes it's grip on me.

My wretched body lays helpless

upon a floor of sharp cutting shards of glass soul

as my will and and battered soul departs

with excruciating fear and dread

And the the deep wounds of my tender heart

Is cut to shredss as if with a sharpened knife

As life quietly slips away

void of all hope love and happiness.

I try to escape my hellish dwelling

And the putrid stench of decay

But the hideous tormenting Ravens gather

With their beady hungry eyes

Waiting for the right time to pounce

and devour my tender flesh

with their sharp pecking beaks

and ripping claw

to send me into the terror of darkness once more

leaving me bruised battered and bewildered like before.

But I keep on trying to escape until one day

My darkness dissipates and I see the sun again

and start to live and join the human race

Again.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013.

Behind The Poem:

Depression.

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Confessions of My Depression

Adele W — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 14:51:21 +0000

I must confess,

That I’m depressed,

From all the stress,

That is impressed within my head,

Which makes me dread,

The dead souls that I fed,

Draining the rain from the reservoirs I’ve shed,

Leading me to walk on a thin line of thread,

I feel like I have no where to turn,

I think that all my bridges have burned,

And now all that I have yearned to earn,

From what I have learned,

Feels like it’s adjourned,

Now all my concerns,

Are making me wonder if I can return,

To the term,

When I was more firm,

I must focus on being strong,

Try my best to hold on,

And remember it won’t be too long,

That I’ll feel like I belong,

Back with the birds singing sweet SONGS!!!!!

Behind The Poem:

This was a time when I went through more than I thought I could bare, but the Lord gave me the strength to resolve the dilemas I was going through at the time. Writing this helped me feel better; getting how I felt about what I was going through on paper was a way for me to vent..

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My inner void (translated to English my original is in Dutch)

Shadowpain — Sun, 26 Aug 2012 09:40:14 +0000

I continue crawling in the dust of excistence....

Like a puny maggot, i follow my monotone path....

Ik keep going.... and force all the pain on myself...

Because i don't feel anymore.... I am emptied like a pack of smokes..

Slowly growing after years of agony.... my pain vanished....

And now there is nothing else... than a cold void...

Hidden behind the mask of the jester...

Is a dead and cold heart....

No passion nor emotional ties...

As each relation crumbles to sand...

The burden that manifested itself as a rock on my shoulders... now gone...

Because i simply refuse to carry it.... I don't need this stone to build my future shelter.....

I possess dust and dust i shalt remain...

Never will i crawl out of this hole...

Never will i smell flowers...

One day I will perish alone and forgotten

One day i will carve a smile on my face.. from ear to ear...

Every single night, same hour... 3 am

I think of black taboo

Suicide, cries of despair... mutilation and manhunt...

If a soul could scream, all windows around me would break....

Every day again I am confronted with the void, a starring contest...

It tells me i'm alone...

For each and every single moment of my life....

And even after everything

I keep smiling

Because i feel nothing

Eternally paralysed...

Attached to nothing....

How the black seed sprouts and grows

In a nutrient coil of depression...

And after that

an inner void....

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Til Mamma<3

carolinewrh — Mon, 06 Aug 2012 10:21:34 +0000

Til Mamma<3

Mamma, du er meg så ekstremt unik,

ingen jeg kjenner som er deg helt lik.

Ditt herlige vesen og sjarmerende smil,

den vakreste på jord - det er ingen tvil.

For meg du skaper et liv med glede,

med lykke og latter vi fyller vårt rede.

Mitt kinn blir kysset av gode minner,

og modt i de jeg min mamma finner.

Du fortsetter gangen selv med steiner i sekk,

om jeg bare kunne gitt deg rullende dekk.

Du er sterk som få, du er bestemt og vil gå og gå.

Etter mange runder i samme bane,

har du nå fått vinger og flyr som en svane.

For hver dag en ny farge du ser,

og for hver dag vi kan alle smile litt mer.

Hvis det fantes en pris for den tøffeste på jord,

så ville den prisen gått hit til nord.

For jeg kjenner ei som tåler det meste,

og hun er tøffere enn de aller fleste.

Ja, du skulle bare visst hvor stolt jeg er,

som har en som deg som er meg så kjær.

Det er de små ting som teller sies det,

vel, i stuen jeg elsker å drikke te.

Vi to kan snakke om alt vi har på hjertet,

alt fra kjærlighet til intens smerte.

To kopper te og et par teskjeer sukker,

snakker vi som to høner som klukker.

Du er min mamma, men også min venninne,

dypt i mitt hjerte jeg deg for alltid vil finne.

Det finnes nesten ikke ord som strekker til;

du er vakker, herlig og ekstremt snill.

Kjære min mamma, du er alt for meg.

Hvert sekund på dagen jeg tenker på deg.

Tusen takk for hver handling og hvert ord,

jeg kunne ikke hatt en bedre mor.

Elsker deg mamma<3

Behind The Poem:

I wrote this poem to my mom when she was really sick with bipolar depression. She is the toughest person I know, and I love her so much.

(the poem is written in my language Norwegian).

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Sindy's tears

Liana — Sat, 28 Jul 2012 06:05:22 +0000

Sindy is loved by all the guys

but she does nothing about it,

just looks out the window while her nailpolish dries.

Sindy hides herself from everything outside

and whenever we see her walking to school

Her face seems to get sadder with every stride

But the thing is, sindy never cries.

She hides her pain so well

but you can see everything when you look into her eyes.

She wonders why god let that man steal from her

And suddenly nothing is worth living for

because no body will ever be able to comfort her.

People say that she cries at night so that no body will hear

but we still don't understand why

she would shed a single tear

Her parents are rich and give her everything she wishes for

Like i said, the boys can't stop thinking about her,

and she never had to do a single chore.

Sindy's distress is still a mystery to be solved

but with every year she got older,

it seems as though her glow slowly disolved

and just last fall she committed suicide

and suddenly everyone is trying so hard

to find what she was desperatley trying to hide

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A Wish for Those Who Know Best

Pan — Sat, 23 Jun 2012 09:47:49 +0000

Persephone laments her decent into the darkness of the world Hades:

Her mirror, her sustenance, the breast to which she clung, woeful indeed.

Have no fear, you who send the blackness of your heart as a mark upon the land.

It is, after all, only temporary.

Fools, declarations made by those who have yet to encounter Moira’s contingency, so unyielding in the coldness of her heart: faultless though she may be.

Be balanced in your joy as in your grief, so say the sages of the ancient Ageans.

Balance be damned, proclaims Demeter:

Would it that I possessed the unerring arrows of Apollo, or the unforgiving thunderbolt of Zeus.

Strike them all dead, I would.

And with them the insipid notion that because tomorrow may improve that today should be better than it is.

Come to me with your optimism, with your cherished, life giving delusions,

I would remove your empty heads with one swift strike with my scythe.

Balance be damned and this day, too.

Behind The Poem:

Of course, the poem is, on the face of it, a retelling of the story of Demeter's (provider of harvests) angst over her daughter Persophone having been stolen by Hades as his bride. She refused to allow anything to grow, until the situation was resolved. Alas, the resolution was not exactly what a mother would wish. Hades, citing his prerogatives as one of the three "major" gods (Zeus rules the world, Posidean the sea, and Hades the underworld) to keep Persophone. Zeus, however, insists that he only have her for half the year. For the other half, she may return to the world of the living to be with her mother. Thus we have summer and spring, when Persophone is with Demeter, whereas there is fall and winter, when Demeter is mourning her daughter's absence.

On a deeper level, the poem is about depression, and particularly about those who inevitably say, "Oh, tomorrow will be better." In that case, live my today, you bastard. You have no idea, cannot to say something so insipid. The name I gave the photo is "Contemplating Doom or Happiness."

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Dark Side Of the Moon

C. R. Harley — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 15:49:06 +0000

The Dark Side of the Sun

No one should live on the dark side of the sun

Where pain and sorrow love to run and hide

Shield themselves from prying eyes

Behind a beautiful, blue faced pizza pie

A sapphire ball of fire mounted, in heavens sky

Where sun and moon rarely collide

Teardrops instantly dry

So no one bothers to cry any more

so please don’t explore

Allow yourself to be sucked into the core

doomed to exist no more

On the dark side of the sun

Here comes the Son...little darling,

The Best I Ever Had

Murloh — Tue, 22 May 2012 01:10:44 +0000

Your kiss fell upon my lips

But my lips only.

The warmth spread not more

Than in front of my eyes.

You smiled and you led away,

Trailing your hand behind as if you still held mine.

Cold, unaffectionate

But it was all I had,

It is all I have,

So I call it love.

Behind The Poem:

love lost and never regained. Basically, yeah.

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Screaming inside

lostgirl — Wed, 16 May 2012 20:36:59 +0000

first one...

Screaming shouting, its all she hears in a world of fears
trying to get it off her mind but not in this humankind
the young are hid from the negative thing unable to forgive
but shes seen it all, from the moment she could crawl
violence is all around, for the hellbound
no one hears her screams
no one sees how her blood streams
she cries all night trying to get it out of sight
with no acknowledgement from her undependable parent
so she ends it all as it becomes nightfall
and shes gone..

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Save a Tree

Boomzy — Tue, 15 May 2012 20:27:49 +0000

I stand alone

A solitary tree in an open field

So obvious and exposed

No protective shield

A single tree is not a forest

Makes for quite the nuisance

Inadvertently obstructive

Inherently obtrusive

Landscape inevitably reconstructed

Logically conclusive

When lightning strikes, it'll pick me

Because I stand out

Electricity, so finicky

If I were to fall, would I even make a sound

Crashing to the ground

When there's noone around?

Eaten from within

By termite apprehension

Crawling chagrin

Tightrope tension

Fallen fruit, rotting beneath

Falling apart, piece by piece

Standing stagnant

Dormant ambition

Spirit, fragment

Desultory cognition

So if you want to advocate

To save the trees

Why wait?

Start with me!

Salt Water

Meghan — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 21:55:41 +0000

Black heat, inside the chest, clings to the night

Repelling and burning light, a ghost taking over

Can't be fixed by a smile or goodness in part

They had a fast head start, and the worst demons can't be replaced by sweet angels with

balanced hearts

Cast them out with salt water, cast them out with salt water

Dampen your green eyes with tears, and put your feet by the ocean side

Let your sweat bead on a wooden pier, and let it calm you

Soothe slow, let it calm you

Soothe slow

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Teasing Someone

charity — Wed, 18 Apr 2012 01:42:09 +0000

Don't ever tease anyone just for fun ,

because the words will hurt them in

the end. Put yourself in their shoe , you

know who I am talking to.

Words can hurt someone's feeling,

if there not use properly speaking.

So treat that person nicely, as you treat a

friend wisely.

Behind The Poem:

You should not make fun of someone because hurtful words

can hurt a person's feelings.

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Beyond

TheLastEclipse — Sat, 17 Mar 2012 00:02:58 +0000

I cry in the ocean to pray that it will flood.
If it did I wouldn't be disappointed.
I would just drown.
I would not let myself down.

I can only look to my past.
To prove nothing good will last.
I'm only looking for some cast!
I can cast myself away.
I throw it up all day.
All the things you distortfully say.
Just go away.
You're not wanted.

I want to travel among the shadows.
I want to become rogue.
Going where no other human can go.

(Gen 6:5)

And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth,
and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually.

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The Cold

Boomzy — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 05:07:54 +0000

Lonliness consumes me, enclosing me in a snow-laced abyss. It is so cold. With every breath I take it in, swallowing all warmth in my heart, and blistering my soul. Every tear freezes and drops to the floor, shattering into a broken reflection of happiness. Sharp shards cut my feet and I walk with footsteps of crimson worries trailing behind.