Sometime I wish
That someone would just
Diagnose me.
With depression
Or
Anxiety
Or
The like.

Instead of just feeling it
Inside,
I would have a word to put to it.
A word I knew
That other people shared.

Maybe then I wouldn't feel
So alone.
And maybe then
It wouldn't be wrong
That I feel so wrong.
And maybe then
I wouldn't feel bad
About feeling bad
All the time.

Please someone
Diagnose me.
So that I can have a reason
For feeling
This way.

I know that you can never be mine..

Loving you is part of my everyday life..
Overcoming the pain is just too hard.
Vanished love of yours..
Every teardrop is a waterfall.

You said that you will never leave me
Of all words that you have said.
U*s against the world..

I have to stop.
All this has to stop.
Writing about  you, about what I feel for you.
That doesn't help.
I have to forget you.
You are my worst almost.

I have to move on.
We were nothing anyway huh.
Everything was in my head, right.
Get out of my head, my heart and my soul.
I will not write about you anymore.

Whilst other's hope for life
I'm picturing death;
Verily I'm a freak
One who long's for the lighted tunnel's guest's.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Tumultuous cries within earshot , drowning the sound of battle , deafening cannon , infantry that crossed her wooden servant , rushing to the sea with great speed , soldiers lay amongst her rocks , await the call of judgement , swift to arms , advancing southward into Armageddon under command of the Archangel Michael , longing for the anodyne ! To rest beside placid water , beneath the benevolent admonition of the Almighty !

segregated churches
segregated souls
segregated fires
segregated coals

segregated freedom
segregated dreams
segregated whispers
segregated screams

segregated neighbors
segregated homes
segregated doorways
segregated zones

segregated people
segregated minds
segregated signals
segregated signs

segregated graveyards
segregated souls
segregated shovels
dig segregated holes

Compassionate. Giving.
Loving. Living.
Dying. Sinning.
Sinking. Swimming.
Losing. Winning.
Birth.
Now.
I'm beginning.