"depts" poems
Can you run,
Your softened fingers,
Along the outskirts,
Of my brittle bones.
Push them down,
Until they jut out,
And pierce through,
My cracking skin.
Can you hold,
My head under,
The murky depts,
Of darkened water.
Sew my bleeding,
Lips together,
And make sure,
I cannot breathe.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
*She's
been
walking
down
the same never-ending,
winding corridors,
Dimmed lights,
***** white walls,
no windows,
no doors,
square-tiled floors.
Dragging
her
feet
for what seems like
an eternity,
Stupid girl!
Her mind in a whirl!
Holding hope for an exit,
dreaming about
what it would be like
on the other side of those walls--externally.
Accustomed to the restrictions - sadly!
Hurting, defeated, anxious - badly!
Imprisoned mentally!
Acknowledging it, finally!
No denial, there, nor here!
You'd think she'd be over the fear;
Well, she's not!
She still hurts alot!
All alone in her mind
with her messy thoughts
and her regrets,
She's given away so much
unconditional love,
her heart and soul
have many outstanding depts.
She's had way too much time
to think about
all of the ****
that she's been through!
She hasn't healed,
those ***** walls don't understand,
they listen,
but they haven't any clue!
She's
kept
moving
down
those same corridors,
never wanting to look back,
With only one direction,
you'd think it be impossible
that she would get so lost...
I mean, after all,
it's a one-way ****** track!
But she did,
and she always does, too!
Getting confused, and lost,
for her, is nothing new!
She found herself
in those deserted corridors
at a very young, tender age,
Don't know how or why
it happened to her,
I can't even begin
to try to explain it
on this page.
I wish i could,
it would probably help her alot
if i did,
But it's a very long story,
winding and never-ending,
just like those corridors,
so it's best that I don't lift the lid.
She doesn't want to look back,
I
guess
she'll
just
keep
going
down
the same
relentless,
hopeless
track!
By Lady R.F.(C)2017*
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
We sit on the edge of conversation
Hands clasped, feet shuffling anxiously
Eyes darting across the room like
the stars in the night sky
You lean back with a sigh
and I catch you.
Hands together, knees bent
fingers touching skin
Tracing outlines of mountains on the map you offer me
You look up from my gaze and a calmness falls across your face
The corner of our eyes don't wonder but meet
Times entangled in the feast before us
I raise a leg and your knee greets my feet.
Waters greet these feet,
Waters that rage on and under us
Washing over our bodies like the light that’s wrapped itself beside us
Bodies become one in the heat of the den that we've made
In the depts we've paid
The depths we've obeyed
The trust we've displayed
Down by the rivers where the whomping willow weeps,
where the waters run ramped, and the wild things wonder
wonder about life, wonder about death
run through your mind son, be absent, be bold
just don’t forget that the water man reaps
reaps in what is sown, sold and told
whispered. whispered like silence on the edge of the wind
the wind that howls through the corner of beauty
there where it stays and sits for a while,
as the man, he stands, waiting watching on duty.
I look back to you, your face changed by the cut of a smile.
A smile.
That smile, that warms my soul like summer breeze,
Wraps me up and takes me in from the cold
You don't even realise, you do it with such ease
You do it now when we're young and you'll do it when we're old.
We sit, once again, as we used to, but more alone
Hands together, fingers crossed, in utter isolation
It’s such a wild thing, wild life that we’ve known
And none of it is ripe for an explanation.
Feet dancing on the edge of contemplation
This information that we use for the source of our meditation
Imagination sparks conversation but also speculation
So, what are we to do when there’s no confirmation?
A shout shuddering in the darkness of creation
Thinking of the combination, representation and motivation for these words when all I ever wanted was a simple conversation.
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 12:13 PM UTC
I want to runaway,
Far into the oceans.
Into the abyss of waters,
The unexplored depts of
Undiscovered species of fish
And devouring monsters.
I want to runaway,
Maybe to Africa in the forests.
Where wolves, dogs and dragons roam.
Make a tent out of straw and mud,
And all it my home.
Spend the rest of my life alone.
I want to runaway.
Maybe to the snow clad- region of
The Himalayan mountains,
Or to the frozen poles of the earth.
Stand to the highest peaks,
Without any clothes
So my limbs can freeze ,
Till they look like plastic manikins.
I want to run away,
Take up permanent residence on mars,
Or the moon,
Or maybe on the sun.
Far away from earth as possible,
Because If I stay here,
You'll just be a village away,
A city away...
A country away...
Maybe a continent and it wont be enough,
I'll still spend each night thinking of you.
I want to runaway.
Maybe to another galaxy,
Maybe here exists parallel universe
Where I can escape.
One where there are actually super heros
That wear spandex and capes.
One where happily ever after's are real,
And you know exactly how I feel.
I want to runaway.
Escape this reality to wear stars align.
I would bend and twist,
Or manipulating time.
Abuse any available strength I can find,
Just to get you out of my mind.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
An angel with a twisted mask...
Who cut me down and told me I would never last
Who cut my wings so I couldn't fly
And told me I would die,
‘Cause i was never meant to fly
I ran from the shadows cast but...
I fell
And crashed
I was snatched,
Into the shadows depts
They crawled and scratched
I feared their might...
I was a scared angel in the shadows
Torn by the light
I saw the shadowed faces
scared and torn,
Mangled by the lies of yesterday
For the shadows wore no masks,
The only real monster was the angel,
The angel with the twisted mask
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
Gushing fields drown all worries,
With only the driftwood of tree branches to consume me
To run on waters so vivid, scintillate,
Surrounded, cherished by the depts
Of fleas and an eerie fortress of trees
They might capture whatever feeling of freedom
Remain in my feet
Lying on a poem of grass and glass shards,
My back melded to the earth,
And my gaze absorbed in ethereal blue
Let the living things feel my skin, my hair, my touch,
The leftovers of my existence
Might I let myself race
With the flight and flocks of beings
Losing, tripping in a whirlwind of sunlight,
Bright beam of joy and fear of hills
Why this adrenaline in me?
Why this rush of floods,
Of pain in my hips and smile,
But never a tear of numbness?
I can only feel
As I always will
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
don't you ever doubt it
you have my purest feeling
I've fallen from your lips
I've seen the depts of your pupile
and I thought I was the greatest misanthropist
until I found you
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Your love is an ocean
and I am drowning.
Saltwater stings my eyes
and burns my throat
as I desperately cry my S.O.S.
You pull me down in waves,
my lungs aching for air.
Who knew it would be you
who has me struggling to breathe?
The water somehow calms me
with its silence.
I find solace in your murky depts.
An introverts daydream
all alone in 145 million square miles
of torrential rain
only to share my final moments with the sea.
I sink
deeper
and
deeper
I stop fighting
and let go.
For a moment
I may not be breathing.
The pressure against my chest is undeniable.
I open my mouth to breathe
but I only chock on saltwater.
My lungs fill with tears.
I swear I hear a voice,
be it my oxygen suffocated mind
or you
whispering to me.
You break the ominous silence
with seven simple words;
"Some love is to strong to fight"
and with that
I close my eyes
and
give
in
to
you.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
As he grew he looked and desired,
others had more and he was tired.
Possession became his love and soul,
all those heaps could never fill the hole.
Glimpse the depts to find the cure.
We are here to Endure.
What did they do to deserve what they get?
His heart ached, he could never forget.
He wanted it more, he deserved much better.
He made his mind a filthy place to litter.
Pat your shoulder and reassure.
We are here to Endure.
Shunned by the universe,
he rose in a heroic verse.
Thought everyone else was bleak,
to himself did he lie and cheat.
Admit that you're insecure.
We are here to Endure.
He was hurt and he was blamed
he was never reclaimed.
At every turn he became aggressive.
Offended world would misconceive.
Repent, forgive and feel secure.
We are here to Endure.
Pressure drove him to frustration;
His yearning became his passion.
Disordered desire bind him in slavery.
Suffered he, in shame, sadness and misery.
Redirection is a manure.
We are here to Endure.
Low self esteem put him through hell,
disquiet apatite became his shell.
Departed away from the Divine.
Impoverishment and disgrace is a sign.
Abstinence will seize epicure.
We are here to Endure.
Failure left him without traction;
murmuring the songs of wishful imagination.
Dreams he sought are his anchor,
glued to the couch, he just hanker.
Without diligence you're immature.
We are here to Endure.
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
*Me, but everything that isn't me
Staring through a two-sided mirror,
Broken Angel wings,
crushed up in front for the eyes to see
My own self despises me
Rising up from the depts
of my own personal hell
Red lipstick on my lips,
I feel as if I'm floating
into the wide open abyss
As I proceed to stare,
The person on the other side
can't help but to glare
Her face is a pop of cherry red,
I feel as if I'm crying
and I can't get the sound of her voice
out of my head
My brain is wired
by her hand works of thread
She knows my fears,
my weaknesses and worst enemies,
Being with her,
trapped for lonely and dark centuries
She knows the questions I don't like
she knows my enemies
And when I'm going to fight
She knows when I'm gonna get a knife,
nail throughout her skin
she can't fight back
she never wins
She's me...
but everything that isn't me*
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
the bad you gave me
clears away from my system
you no longer live in the depts of my being
i no longer give you the authority
the rotten you gave me
disappears so easily
you were no solid
i now see that clearly
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 11:49 PM UTC
Fear is on my mind
Thinking about whats on in life
Never stop thinking about the reaper
Who he gonna ****** next
My life is a mix of depts
Plus im never really up to something
Ima go help the world thats exciting
My momma told me show no fear
Wait till I tell her what i make a year
No wonder my brothers choose the savage life
I cant even pay my fines
Starting to feel like theres no love
My only wish is to make it rico
Allways regret the things I do
Never really stoped feeling like a tool
I'll never make myself happy
My minds like a wheel of fortune
Allways lands on depressed
Ive been feeling like a fool
Maybe I cant make it here
Someone said stop that youll regret it
Made me feel like a hundred bentlys
Want to stop the gates and shut the doors but the things are allready on the floor
All my friends just turned away
This all made me raise the stakes
Shut the door
Im alone
Thats what I allways hate
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
there he was
head hanging low
on a totem pole
for all to see
supposedly
their crucification, self imposed
like a bull seeing red
and feeling melancholy
he walked out of the casino
pockets empty, again
and just fresh off the farm
he now wished he stayed home
milking cows
collecting eggs
saving his money
instead of losing his scalp
to the Indians
he looked passed the exit
a door he walked into a few hours ago
with wide open trappings
where the glitz. glamor and neon
caught his eye and addiction
literally
the cling, the clang
the sound of music
Julie Andrew's voice coming to life
reach for the sky, reach for the sky
whirling around in his head
... a cut of cloth
who knows
maybe it was his grandmother's roots
grandma are you watching
yes grandson, I'm crying and praying ...
he looked over at the green mountains
the lost forests of patrons
the felted tables, banks of chips
fjords of waitresses serving drinks
majestic, scenic and serene
and for a moment
he wished to be a boat in Norway
instead
instead
like always
he took to a splash in the abyss
******* and sadism
his lost fork in the road
and like a billy goat
teetering on the edge
echo's from the valleys below
don't do it , don't do it, don't do it
he peeled off all his Benjamin's
and credit
to the depts of the dungeon
beaten and wounded
where if only the next time
he rewinds his entrance
and finds his bouency and oars
Logan Robertson
5/07/2019
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
The dead man is watching
making his bets
trying to see
who will pay their depts.
The dead man has a theory
he keeps it to himself
any who wonder
are left on the shelf
The dead man has his mystery
no detective has seen
all who try, fail
no one is that keen.
The dead man is waiting
for some company
fall into his curse
and maybe you will see.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
TO GO UNCONSIUS BEFORE DROWNING ,
IN TRUE DEPTS OF DISPAIR ,
BRINGS LIGHT TO FLIGHT TO FLOURISH
IN A PLACE NEVER THOUGHT OF THERE.
SUDDENLY SURROUNDED BY SANDS OF AMO,
NOT BLINDED BY SLEEP,
KNOWING ARE DREAMS WILL LAST FOREVER ,
FOR WITHIN ARE SOULS WE KEEP.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 6:16 AM UTC
What you see is not always what you get. People might look nice and good on the outside, but they can be the worst on the inside. They might act happy and outgoing, but maybe the monster that lurks in the dark depts of their soul is eating away at them, soon leaving nothing more than that what once was a wonderful person.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
I denigrated your tears when I brought you that devilish pain;
Just to corroborate my claims of being mentally insane;
But if you explore to the cryptic depts of my ominous brain,
You will understand that my actions were committed entirely in vain.
For behind this mask that I wear daily, I am forever crying.
This malignant antipathy has me in a state of continuous agony.
I officially gave up because I'm tired of denying
These emotions from soaking into every piece of my forbidden writings
That imprisons the villainous thoughts that I try to repel
From my memories, trapping me within this demented cell
Of my very own tormented personal Hel.......
Hah! Don't I hide it so well?
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 7:01 AM UTC
Twisting and winding entrapped in the depts of my solitude
Violently grasping the threading rope that can no longer hold on Mind bending pain surging through my warped image ever so disgruntled
Distorted memories haunting me from angry demons harboring hateful grudges
Try fighting an entity thats made of smoke
My troubled soul begs for mercy against your merciless taunting of my insistent love
Is it my aggravated death you seek? Am I so repulsive to you?
My voice is disgruntled to your shield, my eyes gauged to your scold, my heart mangled to your rage.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
I wish I could be free,
like a leaf on a tree, falling to the ground
I wish I could drift away in the wind
far away from the depts of my pain
The bruises of knowing that this terror won’t rest
sends my brain into fury, my mind a complete mess
The outside world frightens me, I’m not brave, I’m not strong
I’m lost, I just want to be free
This web of fear ignites my thoughts
constant, oppressive, it won’t stop it just haunts
My daily life torn apart by myself
submerged into darkness, consumed by my health
As I lie awake at 2am,
because I lost the ability to sleep
Racing feelings twist and turn around my head
I worn, I’m tired, I’m just full of dread
You can’t run, you can’t hide
You’re always a step behind
the panic that builds within my body
I’m drowning, you just can’t see it
I feel invisible sometimes, completely isolated
like the silence will never end
I don’t think I can escape
I’m to far gone to mend
I’m overwhelmed and worthless
I can’t do anything right
I want to escape, hide away
I don’t deserve to the see the light
I wonder constantly what people think of me,
What they say about me
My heart is in my throat, it’s too hard to breathe
All I want is to disappear, I’m not allowed to be free
I overthink every word, every action I question
This demon living inside my head, fuels my depression
I’m vulnerable, alone, a failure, a fake
All I’m good at is making stupid mistakes
This is anxiety at its worst
next time you presume I fine
Take a minute to understand
that inside I’m fighting the eternal curse
I live with the hope that I will get better
That this fear inside will not last forever
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
Irrational thoughts come streaming
like destructive fireworks, grenades awaiting to blow
bombs of anxiety that
sit and tick in my brain.
These clock faces are making me go insane.
Yes, I know doctor
I know, mother
the thoughts are not true
that he will control me if I speak to soon
that they hate me because I said I like the colour blue
that I will be alone and everyone else will find true
love.
For people smile at me through gleaming eyes
and glossy lips
with no idea of the hit and miss.
Can they not see the internal hell that wages a war inside this shell of a body?
Can they not see as I hold a conversation, the fear in the corners of my eyes?
Can they not see me back bend, shoulders over as my chest fills with pain, an anchor weighing me down to the depts of the sea.
I smile back and walk on
head down,
try not to see, hear or feel
the invisible figures that
taunt me.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
People live in the shadows
Of each other,
People ride on the coattails
Of each other,
People hand out their
Fairweather friendships
To each other,
(But only temperately)
People build walls around
Each other,
And around themselves,
Some people will **** you
With a smile,
Or a kiss,
That drags you down to
The deepest frozen depts,
Until you're at the bottom
Right with all the rest.
- Jamie F. Nugent
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
A sweet charismatic wave of colour emerges,
into my empty soulless mind.
Carefull not to leak the notorious oiling spill of darkness,
that penetrates the thought and reverse myself to the futile point of the being I was.
It'll erase the peacefull love and war among myself.
It'll dominate me, and revolve my subtle urges to force myself to a slumber which will never be awoken.
Don't spill the darkness that spoils my mind and rots my roots into a meaningless void of emptyness.
Spare me such accommodation which will hassle me out of my trusted habitat and free my soul only to be replaced by an horrid entity.
Maintain my cloud of unknowing and protect me, from the sinister depts this world has yet to offer.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC
When I look at you,
My heart starts to race
As if I've ran a hundred miles before.
When you came to my sight,
I couldn't breathe
As if I've forgotten how.
When you're not around,
My chest ache;
As if without you,
I'm drowning in the darkest depts of the ocean.
- E.I
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
As she slowly moved away from him,
Her lips parted from his,
He felt like he couldn't breathe.
He couldn't inhale the air around him,
Like she was his lifeline.
His only hope in living.
Without the air that is she,
He felt like he was drowning,
Pulled down into the depts of the water.
Like he couldn't live without her.
At that moment,
As he stared into her blue eyes,
He knew what he was going get into
And he was falling fast.
{E.I}
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
Sanity lurks within the insane
Feeling sunshine in the rain
Lost, but in the right place
Each raindrop echoes your face
Dreaming, but wide awake
Will go breathless in your sake
Soaring in the depts of madness
They say I'm in love
What is this happiness?
It's an alien feeling, it's mauve
An uncertain colour, beautifully pale
Like the death your eyes prevail.
Your words make me fly
In this weary ****** up sky.
Your 49 shades of blue
I gracefully try to woo.
Your eyes, I crazily admire
Baby, you're everything I desire.
Come to my depths soon
Touch my soul, make me bloom
-fir.m
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC