#depressio
Naked and so very cold on the floor,
Lost in the volatility of my emotions,
Consumed by the forest of my thoughts.
How I long for the solace of sleep,
If only the medicine would kick in,
Pulsing through my veins for the last
Weary bit of my mania,
Attempting to reduce the heat under my overflowing ***
Dying feels like a release from this hell,
An in between of too much and not enough.
With a coin in bipolar coffer,
My soul springs free,
But I have already given so much.
I do not travel there,
Near the edge,
For I am so excited by possibilities,
But my chest aches with the sadness of this cycle.
I miss me.
If only I could find her.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC
she was as cold as the winter
full of frost and bites on her delicate skin
always wearing a scarf bearing cold colors
but she is as intelligent as the raven
and her potential is to not be underestimated
he was bright as the summer
a ray of sunshine that his heart has captured
his eyes as warm as the trees and the earthy soil
a goofy smile and a cheesy laugh he can hold
but they both wondered to themselves
from a distance of a single season that separates
and puts them apart
‘what is love with its warmth and frost’
through the frights and scares
and the hope of light at the end of a roller coaster ride
to the seemingly never-ending valley of lilies
and through the glaciers of darkness
that’s what love holds for us
it is heaven or hell or whatever it is
a paradise worth finding
or a purgatory waiting in chains
it is a letter full of something
or maybe even nothing at all
chocolates and daisies?
forget about it
the season that separates the wondering opposites
it is the fall of the two for the other
it could be the literal fall
or the ‘falling head over heels’ kind of fall
love does not matter on your gender
nor does it matter not on your preference
it just matters that you have someone to count on
or maybe even a shoulder to cry on
it is like the aroma of a coffee bean
the scent so attracting yet when tasted
you may or may not decline it
it is also like the essence of vanilla
sweet and innocent
but will be missed when it is gone
love is like when you’re the toothpick
seemingly strong and firm at first
but with a snap
you can easily fall to the merciless ground
it is sentimentality
a chemical defect found on the losing side
for not throughout this journey
will you always find peace among the storms
it is the range of numbers from zero to ten
for the happiness, as all emotions do
may fade away due to the negativity
it is the whisper of students among corridors
soft but can easily be caught
full of gossip or full of truth
but I could choose to believe neither
because that four-lettered word
made people less of what they once were
love, it can break you
yet, with such irony
it could mend you
and it would be the person who destroyed it
who would come back
to make you feel whole again
no more holding hands in the hallyways
or even deserted places
that seems to be ‘romantic’
for these are just creepers
and things could flip upside down
with just a snap
all those things they say about love
not all of them could happen
from written words of our imaginations
to the writing of it onto parchment with our pens
it is what we wish to happen
for this world could ever be so harsh
to the bad but especially to the good
that we find another way to escape from it
and so summer and winter never met
never did they cross their boundaries
for the cycle of the seasons
is like love
there would be battles won in the frost
a dose of happiness in the spring among birds
the moodiness of both in the hot summer
and the transition and neutrality that autumn gives
for even love
must be known to have its routine.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
you were my oasis in a desert
you were the light that cast shadows
you were the small thing that mattered
I always knew I would lose you
I knew the day would come
but I never knew that it would be so soon
I know you'll be back
you said it yourself
but still I miss you
and still I mourn
for who I haven't yet lost
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
Warning: Bleeped out profanity. Read at your own risk
I would call you "dad"
But I would be ashamed to do so
You cannot stand up for anyone
Fooled into submission by her
That f·cking Satanic b·tch
Who is more irresponsible than I
I am ashamed you ever bed with her
I watch your offspring, wishing to be dead
Now I love your children
They even call me "Mama"
Isn't that alarming?
When they confuse their birthgiver with their sister?
But what would I know
I'm just a young girl
I don't know anything, says you
You overprotect me anyhow
As soon as I can leave, I'll be gone without a trace
Living with my mother, the woman that you hate
That you talk sh·t about, while I am within hearing range
Then act like nothing happened, do you think I am a bafoon?
At least I have the ****** courage
To tell someone to f·ck off
I'm glad I'm nothing like you
So, just f·ck off
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 4:10 AM UTC
Breathe me in my dear
Her claws creeping down my throat
Ana's here to stay
-ARI
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC