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Trojan Love

I’ve got the melancholy blues,
So keep your blue suede shoes,
For I don’t want to dance.

I’m in the mood of a tragic victim,
Going through a personal bereavement,
On the very last gasp of his awful life
And now is the time to kiss my forehead goodbye.

I hope and pray I have a better afterlife
And I hope it’s much shorter than my time on this Earth.
For a life time of ****, I have endured.

I never did manage to find a cure,
To this black smoldering effigy I call my heart.
The solid stone prison, which keeps me trapped
And stops other people feeling this ****,
But stops me from feeling any happiness.

For my body is my temple and I worship at no altar,
For this temple is now in ruins and my faith has been shattered,
By this thing called love, which I have taken for granted,
For it is now a cryptic Aztec mystery which I cannot master.

And the barbed whip I *****,
Cannot tame this Trojan love,
That has crept into my heart and eaten away at my soul.

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
"Someday, you'll look up to me
I'll be on the stage with my degree.
She promised her mother.

One day, her mother was crying
As she looked at her
But instead of medal,
it was rope, in her neck.
Depression has no face
ronnie hunt Mar 12
when i see you, dark eyes, dark hair, small smile and a look that makes me plate myself and sharpen your knife for you, let me do it - let me help you, you look hungry

the way you eat though is so slow and soft as if you don’t want to hurt me in the process. if you could swallow me whole, i think you would, because you’ve tried a couple times but i always got stuck under your tongue in that small place.

we’re standing on the porch under the light that the landlord finally changed last week and i’m smoking a cigarette now too.

all licks and clicks of the tongue and side glance, i am with you. i’m funny and sarcastic and you slurp on it, ‘tell me more’

you’re digesting me before i even realize you’ve swallowed
Nik Bland Mar 10
The symptoms, I can see
What’s hard’s to find the malady
There are problems arising
And the thought so paralyzing
I fit in perfectly
In the drawer of expired batteries
Can’t find a use, but I’m still working
Though I don’t mask well the hurting

There’s no mistaking me
A 6’2” catastrophe
Not the favorite, but I’m up there
Just don’t read my list of errs
I no longer apologize for myself
Though I’m not opposed to some help
These wings are malting, I don’t fly
But I aspire for the sky

Can you see me falling
Though on air seems like I’m walking
The open wounds masquerade as scars
I’m walking strongly, but not that far
Partial truth are still lies
Yet they’re sung lullabies
I’m trying to find truth in me
And am sometimes left out to bleed

The only apparent cure for this
Is to live my life and do my best
But life looks soft, but rubs on rough
And sometimes best is not enough
A prophet for thing in hindsight
A tympanum of unjust and unright
Crawling from the weight of memories
To hope and find the malady
I'll give you a hint.
It's in the Vatican,
being guarded
by half-dressed guards.

Let's sneak in and
steal the papers.
We'll be able to save billions
of lives.

And we'll be immortal.
We'll raise people from
the dead,
with a billion tiny crystals.

We'll be able to cure
diseases, and right
the wrongs of this world.
****** immorality,
lying, cheating, stealing,
killing etc.

We'll be able to make
pain and suffering a thing
of the past.
We'll be able to rule
as the kingdom come.
Like God intended.

**** yeah!

What are we waiting for?
The revolution begins.
Arisa Mar 3
You're not depressed.
You're just ******* yourself.
Take a day off,
Drink more water,
Works for me every time.
Better yet take a vacation.
Go to Bali for shopping spree,
The beach and the sun will do you good.
Change your diet, you lack iron, obviously.
Replace the word 'Anxious' with 'Excited'
- It will make you feel wholesome.
Take some yoga classes,
Buy yourself a cute puppy,
They increase endorphin levels.
Ice cream is cheaper than therapy! Eat some of that too.
There is also another cure - Jesus. Jesus loves you.
Cheer up, honey!
It's all in your head!
Don't let it affect you!
You're not depressed!
This is all t e m p o r a r y .
I hate people who talk like this to me.
thesa Feb 12
i drank you
as my cure

when maybe the whole time
you have been the poison
Ineffable Feb 2
open up
first sip
its relaxing
i look out into
the dark night, it's cold
how did I get to this point again?
no, I don't care, i just take a loooong
sip, sip, sip, i like getting warmer it's
not as lonely. i recently read that drink
ing tea is a cure for loneliness because it
imitates human warmth, even though just
sip, siiip, for temporary time is'nt that just
pathetic? swallow, burn, warmth, rinse
siipp and repeat. cold air freezes, freesses
frees me! the bottle is my best friend and
sihps, now even my best friend is hollow
wat a shaym, sh amme, shame
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