We Carry Depression,
Depression Carries us,
A Daily Battle is almost always Fought,
For some, almost always lost.
The trick, if there is one, almost always is,
To Keep battling minute to minute.
One moment you may walk through
A door, feeling lower than low.
But the next thing you know...
A sudden change so small you wouldn't notice, renders your woes mute.
All you have to do is hang in there,
Fight Minute to Minute.
Drinking a cup of Starbucks Helps Too.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
What are the signs if any,
That something is on the edge
of Erupting.
Are there no smoke signals,
No phenomena to heed,
to let you know something is building?
Deep beneath the surface,
Where everything is surely collected,
lies years of accumulated
stress, fear, and despair.
An unimaginable amount and power,
able to sear the earth plain.
When it becomes to much, who will be there to blame?
The surface will shatter, and the load will scatter,
Those above and around,
Will stand shocked and open-mouthed.
How could this have happened?
It was only natural,
So much for so long,
Of course it would spill out.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
I am back,
And very happy for that,
To resume my work long neglected,
Yet these pages and vioces here,
Full of depression and negativity!
Oh jeez, I have my work cut out for me!
Let this then be a Declaration!
To make those sighs and grunts go away,
This I vow to do today.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
You are both and neither,
A lonely traveler searching for a home,
A social outcast,
A winding fork in the road.
Always Two separate paths,
Converging and Diverging,
Must you choose one or the other?
So many Possibilities not yet discovered.
Your unique disposition,
Superior to all in retrospect,
Yet they say purity and unison,
Not diversity and opposition.
Why then, where and when then,
Do you truly belong?
In every sense,
that is both your gift and curse.
You must find or create,
The mystical land of Grey in-betweens,
For both you and me.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
Let the flames of the present,
Burn away the memories of the past,
Let the wind blow the ashes,
To a distant land.
The past shall burn,
The future shall fly,
But you and I will remain,
In the here and now
Of Time.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
What is the difference, I wonder?
Between this world and the other?
Why is it that one holds endless freedom?
While the other, a kind of sad religion.
One is filled with bright colors and light,
The other, everything that makes for a fright.
One is found through the eyes,
the other we see only in our minds.
Yet, the world in our minds,
More real than anything in our lives,
VR,
Why oh why!
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
The Shallow confines of a man,
through the all too familiar streets you walk,
through the same common sights you see,
Nothing moves thee...
not the pure fresh wind that hugs you,
nor the warm touch of the sunlight hue,
You walk empty, yet preoccupied.
Confined in that **** routine,
concerned for nothing except what you hold dear,
Never allowing yourself to see,
how close everything can truly be...
You walk by giving your back to death,
You walk by ignoring kindness.
Head onward towards your destination,
leaving it up to someone else,
to mend and heal the wounds,
of your brothers and sisters.
Yet **** You for not helping out,
have you too soon lost your humanity?
How pitiful it is,
to watch you only STARE,
with that blank expression you wear.
Walk away so unmoved,
Despair, Despair...
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
It is strange to me,
to see how far we've come,
yet at our peek we seek no more,
the land has been purged of simplicity,
and replaced with complexity.
The dreams are dreams no more,
It is strange to me,
how idealism is reality,
how reality is idealism,
It is strange to me,
how, once upon a time,
the land was barren and plain,
free of complexity,
but now crowded with creations and
accomplished misery.
It is strange to me,
the longing for a world simple and plain,
has become another fantasy in this mere game.
For once upon a time,
this world did exist, abounding in discoveries
and meaning.
and now...
It is strange to me...
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
So often the common escape,
rushing through those main gates,
where the land is flush with green,
and an never ending sea of dreams.
magically, benevolently, assuring you of things to come,
with a sky so pure and a land so young,
where to your flying sorrows you wave goodbye,
and welcome the blazing sun up high.
Where such things as dragons and gnomes do exist,
and a *** of gold will behold at the end of the rainbow.
You feel at ease among st such beauty,
where not even the foul hands of cruel reality can reach.
Basking in this crisp sun,
resting on the soft grass,
Vibrating against the wind's touch,
Feeling your your spirit spring up.
Had you not been in such sweet bliss,
you would of noticed, a dark thing rising.
And you would never have guessed,
tis but a dream.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
Shrouded behind a drape of shade,
lovingly embraced by the hands of grace,
envied by the stares of the eye,
you seem to comply.
Silent you don't boast,
Only sway silently to and fro.
To me you are eternity,
with those radiant green filled leaves.
You bring me an enormous glee...
Pity for those who cannot adore thee...
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC