#dipression - Hello Poetry

A Chair far beyond reach to those that want it, and those that seek it out, Its desire seeks those weak enough to swallow whole. Its miles below the surface dwelling in a cold depth far from all known life, behind an old wood door, miles further more, from warmth of sunlight. It's a place so far from help, hope is hopeless, the Only way out is from within it, and your self. Beyond the Wooden door, you become trapped, the Chair draws you deeper, as the door is consumed into darkness, and all walls consumed by oblivion, your direction has been taken, as you lay bare and lost. Gain just your footing, and your stars, only for the last peak of hope to fade away aswell as the above becomes below and below above as you walk into the darkness, Miles you cross, into the abyss you've been lost, you in stupefaction, hope now gone, the Chair draws you nearer. This place will know you inside, know your heart and mind, it will break you, defeat you and after its won it seeks to decimate, changing your very way of being. It will let you see the world through eyes not your own, in a body you feel you simply occupy. As you step through your own life it sheds you into darkness, it forces you away from others and shelters you for its self to feed moreover on. It creates a new you, alone, trapped in darkness and anguish. Once it has taken your mind and your body, this is when you have found the Chair, or it finds you, it waits, after all your pain and suffering after your fall from oblivion into the abyss of woes, you may sit, you may now find a place of gravity of center, this chair, or the darkness ahead. If your wise you leave this chair, for it is the throne of death, it is your resting place, to sit is suicide, The chair will force to vanquish your own life, It chooses every method known to man, It let's you decide, and as your final seconds pass with your last breath, you see the light that waited beyond the darkness tat was ahead, as you perish. But to those that walk forward and pass the Chair, Your granted life, and your granted happiness, It will teach you more struggles then others will face but it will end, and walking onward will grant you life, happiness and wellbeing. For that door is the pathway through the gates of depression, the Chair is the seat if death when you surrender to lifestyle struggles and the light is the hope you will never lose, walk forward an onward survivor of life and death.

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Feb 26, 2021

Feb 26, 2021 at 10:02 PM UTC

Lifeinc

The Chair within it all.

A Chair far beyond reach to those that want it, and those that seek it out, Its desire seeks those weak enough to swallow whole. Its miles below the surface dwelling in a cold depth far from all known life, behind an old wood door, miles further more, from warmth of sunlight. It's a place so far from help, hope is hopeless, the Only way out is from within it, and your self. Beyond the Wooden door, you become trapped, the Chair draws you deeper, as the door is consumed into darkness, and all walls consumed by oblivion, your direction has been taken, as you lay bare and lost. Gain just your footing, and your stars, only for the last peak of hope to fade away aswell as the above becomes below and below above as you walk into the darkness, Miles you cross, into the abyss you've been lost, you in stupefaction, hope now gone, the Chair draws you nearer. This place will know you inside, know your heart and mind, it will break you, defeat you and after its won it seeks to decimate, changing your very way of being. It will let you see the world through eyes not your own, in a body you feel you simply occupy. As you step through your own life it sheds you into darkness, it forces you away from others and shelters you for its self to feed moreover on. It creates a new you, alone, trapped in darkness and anguish. Once it has taken your mind and your body, this is when you have found the Chair, or it finds you, it waits, after all your pain and suffering after your fall from oblivion into the abyss of woes, you may sit, you may now find a place of gravity of center, this chair, or the darkness ahead. If your wise you leave this chair, for it is the throne of death, it is your resting place, to sit is suicide, The chair will force to vanquish your own life, It chooses every method known to man, It let's you decide, and as your final seconds pass with your last breath, you see the light that waited beyond the darkness tat was ahead, as you perish. But to those that walk forward and pass the Chair, Your granted life, and your granted happiness, It will teach you more struggles then others will face but it will end, and walking onward will grant you life, happiness and wellbeing. For that door is the pathway through the gates of depression, the Chair is the seat if death when you surrender to lifestyle struggles and the light is the hope you will never lose, walk forward an onward survivor of life and death.

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I woke up to screams from a stolen razor. Where is it? It was a loud scream. The end comes swiftly, anyway, and, if there are no razors around, it comes even faster. At the top of the mountain, the anger flows to the valley, and there is no scream. In the valley, we wait. There is a pull from a cigarette. Small talk that is not small talk. A man wheezes A woman wonders where she'll go tomorrow it comes out as a laugh and lightly in the background plays a song that can only be called the disease of the 80's. We didn't need another. But, thank you.

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Oct 7, 2018

Oct 7, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC

JillianDJesser

you spin me

I woke up to screams from a stolen razor. Where is it? It was a loud scream. The end comes swiftly, anyway, and, if there are no razors around, it comes even faster. At the top of the mountain, the anger flows to the valley, and there is no scream. In the valley, we wait. There is a pull from a cigarette. Small talk that is not small talk. A man wheezes A woman wonders where she'll go tomorrow it comes out as a laugh and lightly in the background plays a song that can only be called the disease of the 80's. We didn't need another. But, thank you.

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Hello Angel Let me tell you somethin' You're my love You're my life You're my everything! Can I express my love with a kiss like Robert Pattinson Goin' wild and get into your attention Can I propose you with a drink like DiCaprio Runnin' fast after you like a Romio Can I show it in a romantic way like Rahman Singin' out loud sayin' Im gone Can I express it in song like Chris Brown Searchin' for you in this Hyderabad town Girl, you're my choco bar be with me; I love you like justin bieber! ----de3pak

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May 18, 2015

May 18, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC

deepak-shodhan

Hello Angel!

Hello Angel Let me tell you somethin' You're my love You're my life You're my everything! Can I express my love with a kiss like Robert Pattinson Goin' wild and get into your attention Can I propose you with a drink like DiCaprio Runnin' fast after you like a Romio Can I show it in a romantic way like Rahman Singin' out loud sayin' Im gone Can I express it in song like Chris Brown Searchin' for you in this Hyderabad town Girl, you're my choco bar be with me; I love you like justin bieber! ----de3pak

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Like a dispirited spectator watch his favorite team, in a long losing streak; He sits quietly, on the cold wooden floor, staring at the ceiling, with a belly full of shame, guilt, and pain. His mind is running fast and furious, with hard core life questions. He is on hells wheels, with no destination, in sight. How do I go from here? The void of hopelessness. What went wrong? Why, why, why me? A whirlwind of; Incurable disease, lack, dark secrets, death of a love one, rejection, unpaid bills, divorce, loneliness, ... O' the night season, is long How I yearn for the crisp mornings; Peace, life, and wholeness Earthmaker, please bath my heart with life and free my soul, from the snare of the fowler.

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC

mcgyamfi

O' The Night Seasons

Like a dispirited spectator watch his favorite team, in a long losing streak; He sits quietly, on the cold wooden floor, staring at the ceiling, with a belly full of shame, guilt, and pain. His mind is running fast and furious, with hard core life questions. He is on hells wheels, with no destination, in sight. How do I go from here? The void of hopelessness. What went wrong? Why, why, why me? A whirlwind of; Incurable disease, lack, dark secrets, death of a love one, rejection, unpaid bills, divorce, loneliness, ... O' the night season, is long How I yearn for the crisp mornings; Peace, life, and wholeness Earthmaker, please bath my heart with life and free my soul, from the snare of the fowler.

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