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 Feb 2016
Nicole
Depression is a lonesome soul. She lives in a small house with no lights on. Dark hair and dark clothes, a genuine smile never graces her face. She curls herself into a ball of black, making herself so small that she is barely noticed by most. She brings out tears in the dead of night as people lay in their beds. Gives them the sense of tiredness that can not be fixed with sleep.
Depression has no friends except the thoughts in her head. Wondering if she is good enough, wondering if her life is worth living. Wondering how much longer she will last. She is stuck in hole without a ladder or rope to get out. Falling and falling like Alice, until she reaches her dark twisted Wonderland. Full of things that make people cry or turn their head. Smelling of a potent rose with vanilla, addicting. The silence in this Wonderland is deafening, letting thoughts come to life, screaming. The taste of blood, metallic and of molasses, slow and sickly sweet.
Depression is an addicting woman if you ever meet. Depression is a lonely woman who only wants someone to love and to be loved.
 Feb 2016
r
Shine on you blacknight
like the dark light of a dead star

deep as a black well
drawn from my memory

clear as a mirror
over the mouths of the dead.
 Feb 2016
Keith Wilson
To  my  home  there  on  the  hilltop.
To  my  home  there  by  the  dale.
To  that  place  which  is  a  part  of  me.
One  day  I  know  I'll  sail.

I'll  step  off  the  ships  forever.
And  I'll  sail  no  more  the  seas..
When  I  answer  yet  the  sirens.
Of  my  homeland  calling  me.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.
 Dec 2015
The Last Wordsmith
Our every kiss, was cast in shade.
each time your presence, had my day made,
it was the dark of night, or rain, or cloud,
the pathetic fallacy was screaming loud,
yet I ignored it, for I loved you,
but now I know, I wasn't meant to.
 Sep 2015
Vilene Joubert
Will it be too much
To tell the world I don’t want to live?
Will they understand
Will I just be judged?

In a world so busy
Where I am so numb
Never thought I would get this way again…
This time I don’t understand..

I never wanted this
I believed in love again…
Now its all gone…
Again

No feeling inside
No tears to cry
No love to give
Nor to receive…

Will it be too much
To tell the world I don’t want to live
Will they understand
Or will I just be judged…???


this world is just too much...
 Sep 2015
John Ashton Upston
It makes me ******* sick.
Hearing you ask if I am happy,
Knowing very well that I can't be happy,
Knowing very well that when I needed you most, to just say, "there,there"
You disappeared.

I haven't been truly happy in four long years. I've grown up so much but it seems I've left only a trail of n'er shed tears.
It's a cold and bitter road, here
Looking into the past and seeing yourself,
Conquered by self defeating fear, to know I had so many chances and one left or one right, and more likely than not you'd still be near.

There is no forgiveness there's just rot. We call it moving forward, it's natural they say, but for me it's not. It's grim like the reaper and it keeps me up a lot flashes of flashes, of futures unwrought.

So you come to me now wondering how I've been. And these tortures of mind begin to circle in. I'm sly and smooth at first. But so very soon I'm pushing. Pressing. Reminding you of my desperate longing for a memory of you to end my phoney lonely self. You shut down. God you were always the best at shutting down, such an adorable abnoxious little tick.. **** I still love you. **** does it make me sick.
 Sep 2015
Mysterious Aries
Truly, it's not easy to enlighten someone's heart
To encourage people who can't even see their faces and shadows
I fully understand because I've been there at the dark
A world that's ruled by emptiness and sorrows

I am not fully healed simply it's hard to start
My wound from depression are still open and fresh
Hopefully the message of my poetry won't miss the mark
That someone's mighty will entrust me and bless

Feed the hungry soul with hug and peace
Look on what we can give not what we are longing to receive
Plant seed of love to make the world a better place
Rather than grow fruit that will bear sins to every Adam and Eve

Refresh thirst of wisdom with word of care
Be contented of what life can give and offer
Accept that what's beyond have no really place here
Else a journey that full of melancholy and suffer

Clothe the naked with truth, with faith
Alleviate the poor state with proper knowledge
And so this was written before you'll see my wraith
The legend of once a depressed soul gives a little light with courage

Written: January 5, 2015 @ 10:15 pm

Mysterious Aries
 Sep 2015
PrttyBrd
The scenery changes
A new view
A new you
Cool breezes and a stiff drink
Every woman reminds you of her
There is no escaping the truth
A lie above all others
A heart ceased beating
Believing you never loved her
Too cool to care
Too weak to trust
A thousand miles in a new town
A new life
A new decade
And still
Every woman reminds you of her
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 Jul 2015
John Ashton Upston
Just to hear your breath,
Even though I am literally deaf,
Oh the twinkle in your mischievous eyes,
The realization that in another world, another life,
Your mine...

It's too much,
My once great mind is,
made low, by the self-same beats of
my heart.
My love I've let you go,
Oh and I cried, that day I died,
Take me back there, let me take you back,
I want that John back,
That's reluctantly in your arms.

I am without you.
Who knew death could feel so good,
Another lonely ******,
Le petit mort,
And oh I only want more,
I find myself addicted to your absence,
Coursing through my sickened blood,
Hungry, ravenous, Like the Raven,
Nevermore,
Darling, love, dearest,
I'm listening to breakup songs,
And it's how many years since,
It's not an obsession,
Because I constantly forget,
but when I wake and take my shower,
Its your body my mind connects with,
I'm nothing, humanity, life,
there is no meaning
a void an absence,
That's why we all seek connection,
Hey if you'll understand me,
Maybe I AM something,
No, just a dream,
Fleeting among the sea,
Washed away till you are alone at shore,
Beached, frostbitten, with a lost stare,
Looking at the sky,
Dreaming up a heaven,
And that you will
take me there.
Not anymore.
 Jul 2015
PrttyBrd
Sheets of ice
Like shards of glass
Cut through
Severing emotion from life
Saving a soul from pain
Rebelling against warmth
With negative degrees
Safety in solitude
Blissful ice-olation
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 Jul 2015
Rashid Nawaz
Sadness!
a long loving companion
Like a shadow....
when I left myself alone here
with a sorrow
sitting next to me
 Jul 2015
Rashid Nawaz
Near the end
It costs
Bitterness of soul that spits
The blood of love that flees
In the absence of you
All is a nightmare
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