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 Feb 2016 Almiel
Pauline Morris
**** the happy people that depression never struck
**** the happy people and all of their good luck
**** the happy people who've never known this strife
**** the happy people who've never used a razor or a knife
**** the happy people that the monsters never came
**** the happy people with no voices in their brain
**** the happy people that with the universe they have no gripe
**** the happy people and their ******* happy lifes
This is not a hate poem I do not hate or dislike happy people it is just simply a poem about my depression and my longing to be , at times at lest happy. Any one suffering with maniac depression or depression should understand this ink.
 Feb 2016 Almiel
Ellie Sora
Positive
 Feb 2016 Almiel
Ellie Sora
And she knew how devastating life could be
And with those thoughts she welcomed her newborn boy

And she knew how depression could make you feel
And with those thoughts she swore she’d always think of him

And she knew how easy people could break hearts
And with those thoughts she gave him a warm and tender hug

And she knew how painful some days could be
And with those thoughts she closed her son’s eyes forever

And she knew how losing everything could feel
And with those thoughts she embraced with smile her only son’s death



And some people would look at her smiling face
And they would think that maybe, just maybe, she was happy that her son is dead
And those people were partly right, just partly, for she was glad that her son would not suffer at all
 Feb 2016 Almiel
murf
Spark
 Feb 2016 Almiel
murf
Oh! A spark!
Better let the wind blow
Better not let this THING glow

For once it glows
It glows for a while
Slowly,
It gets difficult to survive
Who's choking who?
Nobody knows!
Killing it equally,
Faster then we built

It's like the cold steel now
Discomforting to touch,
Unbearable to handle.
Now, in the dark,
How do we light the candle?

Oh! A spark!
Better not let the wind blow
Better let this THING glow
 Feb 2016 Almiel
Ellie Sora
In the blink of an eye, you start to wonder
When did it all begin?
Why did it all happen?
Will it ever stop?

Every story ends with “happily ever after”
But only to one point
Because you can’t be happy forever
No one can ever be

So take a look around
If you’re happy, you will never blick
If you’re lucky, you will never ask
If you still don’t know, I’ll spell it for you
You’re better off dead and not alive

So with time passing by, approaching Death
Don’t you want to end it sooner?
I do
I want stop right here
I want stay here frozen in time
Or not be here at all
 Feb 2016 Almiel
Thushena
1) When her boyfriend sticks his tongue down your throat, do not kiss back. Push him away, then swallow down the bile that's threatening to spill out of your soft lips. Take off, run, and never look back. Some boys like to play dangerous games; but darling, you are not a toy.

2) The boy next door with the tanned skin and earthy brown eyes will whisper beautiful things to you. Sad things, loving things, things that will make the blood rush to your cheeks in raging streams. Don't believe the words that tumble out of his mouth baby; most people never really mean what they say. But that's life, and it'll be okay.

3) Be strong, be bold, be unafraid of the world and all the people in it. Always, always speak your mind and pounce to action when injustice creeps up on you. Challenge him when he questions you, hurl facts and opinions like darts until he recedes with shame. Whenever you feel rage and anger spreading like wildfire through your heart, speak up. Your words matter. You matter.

4) You are beautiful. You have always been beautiful, and you need to believe that you are. Even if the magazines don't appreciate your wide hips or your glowing brown skin; dark and soft like honey, learn how to love yourself. This body is the only home you'll have in this lifetime, so my darling, learn how to embrace every scar, freckle and mole. You are made out of the same atoms that formed Frida Kahlo and Picasso. You are art and you need to have faith in that.

5) It's okay to eat dinner on your own. Or lunch. Or breakfast for that matter. There is no shame in solitude. Go to a quaint cafe; and observe the sights and sounds around you. Take note of the smell of fresh coffee hanging hot and heavy in the air. You are by yourself and free to be who you really are.  It is a lovely feeling. Revel in it, my love. When you finally leave, you will realize that you've just learned how to be okay on your own.

6) If someday you wake up and start to see the world in greys, please, please come to me first. I will hold you and we'll take a long drive to nowhere with your favourite mix-tape playing in the car. I will remind you that the only way out is through, and that the demons in your mind are most definitely not stronger than you. I will tell you how much this world needs you so it can heal, how staying alive is a much better deal. I will tell you that I love you, then kiss your forehead, and promise to do everything I can, until your universe stops playing out in shades of blue.
 Jan 2016 Almiel
reflectionzero
when the drums pound
my heart beats
and these words leak like the ink
from pens that have dried
to the words that have died in youth
but echo faintly to my future.

-r0
 Jan 2016 Almiel
reflectionzero
word travels & *** sells
             /stomping gravel lest I dwell/
fires burn & hearts ache
           /a dream yearned and willed awake/
a ponds ripple & a banshees scream
           /it looked simple, reality is obscene/
flesh twists & seasons change
          /a list of reasons to rearrange/    

flowers wilt & the sun sets
         /baby lullabies and cold sweats/
wood knocks & doors close
        /deadbolts lock and war grows/
secrets whisper & snow falls
        /dark drifters and phone calls/
chapters start & stories end
        /laughter, death and grow again/
just ******* around with the beat of writing, nothing serious.
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