Depression Compression
WHY IS IT PUSHING DOWN ON ME?
Crushing dreams,
Pushing schemes,
and interjecting through my tear-jerked pleas.
They are the constant reminders of detached lies
and the sacrilegious ties that choke me out.
Lying flat on the ground,
rambling on with unsettling doubt.
Mumm, the angst of it all,
cultivating fields like envelopes collapsing,
it becomes too heavy of a mist to see through.
Suddenly, I am relapsing.
Not long ago, I became the sleepless,
dried up tears caked upon my cheek,
yet smiling inside a distant scheme,
I sank further on this whimsical thrill and seek.
One sip, swallow, two sips, then more,
my psychiatrist kept prescribing them,
the hieroglyphs carved on the crypt's wall,
folded in half, inside the traitor's fall.
Talking to four walls and an empty chair,
my therapist kept talking,
repeated verbiage and phrases with no empathic reasoning,
silence became my sanctum and my mind's own seasoning
3h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:25 PM UTC
Spinning in circles in these blankets of time and thoughts,
seemingly empty and sometimes caught.
My cold pillow crumbles beneath my head,
sleeping in slumber, never I said.
When does this all undo itself?
When do the synapses quit firing across my neurotransmitters?
When does the fear of impatience balance itself out?
Why does my coffee cup keep spilling over?
Why am I eating too much?
Why do I just want to be alone?
Why can't I just relax?
What is going on inside my brain?
What is the next day going to bring?
What did you just say?
What time is it now?
I am undecided about my anxiety,
seemingly empty, falling in my own reality.
It is a feeling of unimportance and misunderstanding,
caressing lost moments,
not remembering when I walked into the bee hive.
I begin to talk with myself, trying to figure it all out.
It becomes a job, not an adventure.
Definitely a misadventure of serendipitous exclusions
and deafening demands.
The answers appear internally, created by external stimuli that stirs me incoherently.
Was it a dream of corrugated realities or cardboard cut outs?
I am clueless of how it began.
But, oh, how I just want it to slow down or stop.
My reset button appears to be malfunctioning.
I think I had pushed it too many times.
I am undecided about my anxiety,
seemingly empty, caught in my own civility.
It is starting to disappear, behind the black curtain.
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
Hey there Travis, you went and got you a Taylor.
Got Down on one knee, so, you are no longer a player?
Big rock on her finger, true spoken like a sailor
She goes from 1989 to a little different ERA.
Making millions of dollars, singing songs about her break-ups.
Are you next Travis, will you be putting on the make-up?
Shake it off there, Taylor, it's looking like a rebound.
87s on the field, oh No, it might be a touchdown,
She's wearing red in the box, we all know you have to look down
She is a pop star princess and you're a football star
Dancing on the field, looks like you made it this far
All of her fans are all crying with every single word, dropping an another album that's pretty obscure
You go from T one, Travis, now can I call you T Squared
Now are you a Kelce or Swifty? heck I really don't care
Catch the ball on the field, even the refs dont play fair
I will say it like this, hope its really not true
The life of a showgirl, just maybe undo.
Is Divorce is the next album? Cuz, you will be feeling it too
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
It is not really that simple.
All day you just call me mental.
I think I might just go grab a god **** pistol.
Cold steel barrels in my hand,
Hell, I can't even stand.
While I just pound this hard concrete and sand.
I am pacing these corridors in circles
it is making my **** head hurt,
**** spinning around me,
this torture is always making it worse.
Hey, don't look at me as if I am the problem,
these little ants on the ground,
I just want to stomp them.
Fueling my insecurities, drinking down the potion.
Do I just sit here or throw it into motion?
Heck, what is all of this commotion?
It is not really that simple.
Contemplating my disappearance,
I am no more looking into the distance.
Why are you still here?
It is not like I am missing.
Oh, wait, wait, calm down with all this internal chatter,
voices telling me that I don't even matter.
Rising and falling off of life's external ladder,
trying to look in the future,
hold on, it is making me a little madder!!!
I need to see this through
and just meditate.
Wait one minute, my pills over there on the counter,
should I just medicate?
Contemplate, hesitate, or it is too late?
It is not really that simple.
Kinda crazy how it sounds.
Back on the hard concrete and sand.
I see myself, right here.
Clearly as I stand,
breathing and seeing
my life's simple plan.
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 2:26 PM UTC
A ticking clock sits crooked on the kitchen wall only to help us wave
the seconds goodbye.
Why did we stare at it everyday?
It's the same routine just the next day.
It becomes the next week, the next month, then the next year.
The seconds go by with
many desolute moments
and many cringe worthy processes.
Where does all this time go while it crushes our dreams, destroys our ambitions, as we sip on a pina colada
on a beach to nowhere
Is it 5 o'clock somewhere?
Feels like midnight though
with a full moon
crossing over with rainclouds
that are beckoning to be heard.
Time didn't stand still for
those thunderstorms in our bedrooms,
but we did welcome them in.
Glancing back at the clock on the wall,
the essence of time keeps going.
We cannot retreive those lost seconds until we capture the moments
we have together.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
What was that?
Was it...
Frustration,
Infactuation,
Intimidation,
Humilation?
Complaints of misinformation,
Fever from inoculations,
Bully pulpit installations,
Social media revelations,
Orange crush situations,
Closed minded stagnation,
Radical simulations,
or that crazy armed insurrection.
It might be
a division of the population
Then it could be a
celebration,
an exuberation,
coronation,
an inauguration?
Complaints of tempation,
Riveted attempts of execution,
Attacks of verbal accusations,
Wall Street inflation,
Crossing the border examinations,
A presidental hibernation,
Constant constipation
or divisive communication?
In the end it was just
a very confused and crossed
democratic election!!!
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
Confused conjucture breeds many different lies
It becomes the screaming banshee of our time, wicked as one can see through our rose colored glasses
It is like a pocketwatch that has been wound up too tight, the springs have sprung on the inside
Demented through the years, they become uncertain with time itself, grey and cloudy
Pressed against the center stage, a voice rang ill-fated truths to all ears, but no one was listening
Pushed out of the seat of demise, we stare back at the crimes, allowing a dismal approach to our self conscience
It is to say four be six in a different view only to sit below the compass of the operators
We can imagine many things forfeiting who we are, bleeding rituals of cultural disbelief, we turn around and see
So be the right or wrong, it becomes a sense of our moral code, when do we pick it up and put in our pocket though
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 12:57 AM UTC
Words are just carbon duplicates
of intertwined shapes to insinuate a specific instruction
Trying to make sense of it all, intricate complications seem to follow the very next sound
Wrapped in their secular meaning and internal definitions, we don't know the true pieces inside them
Does it mean light, dark, weird, crazy, confused, red, green, or gold?
Left, right, or upside down, who knows.
Its a guessing game of sorts. What do you see? Is it the same as me?
Linguistics interrupting unusual interceptions of crossing patterns within mixed mediums
See Jack Run, Red Fish, Blue Fish or 1,2,3
What does this all mean? Is it all free?
Signs of simple or insane complexities
surrounding mental restraints.
Turning the page, what do we see next?
Oh ok, now I get it !! Letters of different languages placed within the confines of a verbal, visual, or audible prison
"Call me Ishmael"
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 12:54 PM UTC
Waves of stain glisten
on my rainbow days
Its as if moonbeams danced
around my torrid dreams
and slapped me into next week
Tattooed ****** images
seeking to find some
god forsaken purpose
constantly playing hide and seek
behind my eyes
The trickles down the water pipe,
we dont recognize their underlying sins
that flows beside us
We don't think of mercy.
We think of wrongful morality.
Turning a page of lust,
we become stripped
of our innocence.
Its a life of unexpected metaphors
seeking countless divisions
inside a cave of infinite darkness
My thoughts caressed
twisted views of my past.
Then I start to realize
maybe they were all true.
Pulling the covers over my head,
basting in my own selflessness,
I cowered within
but in peace
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 10:34 PM UTC
Trying to look in one direction,
It's hard to navigate my own transition.
Many times, I see myself like no other, could I be your sister or your brother? So, then why should I even bother?
My feelings about myself appear difficult for others to comprehend as this has become my own rollercoaster to the sweet, bitter end.
It is not only a mindset of my own personal avenues that I must navigate but they are, also, my own internal processes to which I contemplate and separate.
The push pull of my internal devices appears harmful at times. Feelings of not being happy, called confused, or it's a just phase are word salad moments committing a series of crimes.
I know these interpretations that live inside of me, and I know that the choices that I make can either set me free or keep me locked up forever. Ying-yang in every mindful corner of the room.
I heard a saying the other day that said, "Broken crayons still color". First, I was at odds with this. Because was I really broken? Was my crayon wrapper torn off? Am I being labeled these things from distant voices?
These become unreliable truths made up in feeble minds. Not understanding the differences among us all. It is not creating comfortable realities for us to travel though. Their choices will define them and my choices will define me.
Do I struggle at times? For the most part, yes!!
But you know something.
I am ok with that.
I am ok making my own choices, and I am ok being the person I want to be. That is something that cannot be taken away.
Any transition in life can come with its own set of difficulties. How we navigate them will be the determining factors of our success in all that we do.
Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 2:33 PM UTC