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I’m sick of the sads,
The come and go blues,
Tired of depression,
It’s becoming old news.

I’ve got the melancholy
Lodged deep in my bones.
It follows me everywhere,
So I hide all alone.

I’m exhausted of existence
That demands my great strength.
I’m out of ignition
And my apathy stretches at length.

This pattern starts at the beginning of October.
It stays through the winter,
I am like the weather,
Cold, gray, and bitter.

I’m sick of the sads,
These come and go blues,
The yearly cycle of moods,
I keep falling for the ruse.

I am sick of the sads,
Tired of depression,
Clinging to my sanity
Through its brutal oppression.

I am sick of the sads
That make it difficult to respire.
I pray for the end,
Lest my body simply expire.

The come and go blues
Have ruined my desire
For anything else.
I am consumed by my internal Hell’s fire.

I am sick of the sads,
These come and go blues.
By the time spring arrives,
I’ll be battered and bruised.

I’m sick of the sads.
Someone liberate me.
Send help on high horses,
Or sad is all I will be.
god I got the sad blue blues,
this woman sat there and she
said
are you really Charles
  
    
      
        Bukowski?
      
    
  

and I said
  
    forget that
  

I do not feel good
I've got the sad sads
all I want to do is
*******
and she laughed
she thought I was being
clever
and O I just looked up her long slim legs of heaven
I saw her liver and her quivering intestine
I saw Christ in there
jumping to a folk-rock
all the long lines of starvation within me
rose
and I walked over
and grabbed her on the couch
ripped her dress up around her face
and I didn't care
**** or the end of the earth
one more time
to be there
anywhere
real
yes
her ******* were on the
floor
and my **** went in
my **** my god my **** went in
I was Charles
Somebody.
Afeksi cita Mar 2023
•••

It is anxiety, underneath my smiles
There are despaires within my tries
And as happiness slowly fades,
My mind started to lose its faith

Been trying..
To smile, behind my secrets
Been thinking..
It is okay, when things do not go my way

Been pretending..
It is fine, even when i fell far behind
But, I am longing..
To find the path to shake off my sads

But lately..
I can not help but to feel like I am losing my track
Becase all that I am is..
Just a one big house full of wrecks

•••
George Anthony  Apr 2018
sads
George Anthony Apr 2018
sad eyes with the sad smiles
sad songs and tired lies
sad boy with the broken heart
you and sorrow never to part
Summer Jan 2016
boys ******* on sunflowers,
the sky turns gray
there is a light and
it went out
The day you walked away.
the sad sads
are creeping up on me again
i can hear it in my voice when I speak.
and I'm scared to be alone again.
it makes me lose sleep.
when the sun goes down,
I come up,
to start anew,
hoping you are nowhere near.
and if you see me you'll stay away.
and I promise not to smile near you again.
do not come near my bed,
I will find sleep in rose gardens,
they are your favorite flower
And
you cannot
Find it in your heart to **** on them.
the thorns will cut my body
and I will bleed all over
but as long as you
do not make me ***** again
the pain will not be felt anymore.
forever to sleep in a bed of rose,
never to feel softness again,
but with the promise
that you can never hurt me twice.
Here’s a locked box of anagram shazam
(Don’t open it
The crazies might come out)
There’s a sealed sack of angsty crank-clanks
Take it, go away
I’m simply not myself today
**! Yes, it’s true
I am sinking sads for you
Letting drinkies drown
My Anger Banger frown
Cryptic? Klik-kwik, and no, no
I was never there
Avaunt, begone, beware
I love words
Sandra  Jul 2014
Inseparable
Sandra Jul 2014
As we meet again
In the autumn evening
When my heart starts to fall
And your heart starts to wither
And your eyes spark like moonlit
And my breath as cold as the evening dew.

I sing my song to you at last,
With all it's ups and downs and sads.
He stands near me and stares,
Through me he stares.

We look at each other for more minutes than we ever had
The way you look at the sunset going down the earth
Like you wonder, what should we do after
The sun stops rising.

Finally, he ruffled my hair
And kisses my forehead.
And sings his last song of me.
We walk away quietly, with teardrops in our footpath.
Like the sun and the moon
Like the dark and the light
And the black and the white.
Like the little blue bird that's out of her golden cage
But is too scared to lose her wings
And she would rather live in a prison
With everything that will break her from her insides
Than live out there without it.
Without *him
Without you..
without "us"..
Matalie Niller  Aug 2012
Jim Jam
Matalie Niller Aug 2012
She liked Jim's Jam
so sweet and thick
it was like little lumps of heaven
on top of toast
or scones
warm and crispy
like logs in a fire
newts on a fume
charred and musky
she liked a lot about Jim-
his smile, his laugh
but not his sads
so really
she didn't like Jim
not all of him
but enough for some happies
yummy Jam
fires and smoke
hair like a wolf
Semihten5  Sep 2018
SKY DRUNK
Semihten5 Sep 2018
the clouds goes silent
sads are very weird,very pointless
dark ends when the sun comes out
the sky makes me feel dizzy

drought burned everywhere
it is rainning to thirsty ground
each scar stops for a moment
deepest wound closing even

friendship that night moonlight
alone doors are open to him
the stars are winking and says hi
lover not nervous,offset
the sky makes me feel dizzy
Eric the Red  Nov 2020
The Sads
Eric the Red Nov 2020
Even when all that is left
Is our sad requisites to each
Other
Even as the earth rotates
Our sad ‘what ifs’ will
Begin to collect dust
Fade with the years
Sand castle
Unfortified
Will crumble into the seas
But before it does
Before time has its inevitable way
Let me take the time to say
I love you...

— The End —