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Lain Ender Mar 2012
Tell me wistful wisteria,
Why do you shed those regal tears?
Is it for a fallen child,
A bud of love so dear?

Can you tell me violet crier,
Why flows your petaled pain?
Did you lose a lover?
Does it hurt to speak their name?

Or wisteria, darling tear stained one.
Is this glumness misconceived?
Does happiness reprieve just hold you,
and bring you to your wavering knees?
Its been a while. I've been busy with trying to get licensed in such in such and working a small collection of short stories which are almost ready to be edited.  If all goes well soon they will be available for cheap on Kindle.
Rose Amberlyn Sep 2012
Time is an old story teller,
he is all-knowing and all-seeing.
An old diner that sits in the west under an illuminated open sign,
holds the most twisted relationship there ever was.
Black coffee sits in an old ***** white mug,
false smiles highlight the masks of the two,
pastries gather together on an ugly dish.
Crumbs collect on their laps as they sit in their unhappiness.
Her skirt rumpled, his jeans creased,
her makeup smeared, his beard unshaven.
His wandering eyes, her lips turned towards the table,
their glumness leaves a distasteful air in the vacant restaurant.
Together they sit alone,
the rock clasped to her finger, a symbol of their struggle.
The man shudders in the cold, stands up, and walks away.
She does not follow.
Her coffee has become ice cold.
And yet the clock on the wall
just
keeps
ticking.
Polby Saves Jun 2010
by Damon G

. glum, morose, surly, sulky, crabbed, saturnine, gloomy mean showing a forbidding or disagreeable mood. sullen implies a silent ill humor and a refusal to be sociable
    I'M BECOMING UNWOUND
. glum suggests a silent dispiritedness . morose adds to glum an element of bitterness or misanthropy
    I NEED SOMETHING TO HAPPEN
. surly implies gruffness and sullenness of speech or manner
    A VIOLENT THING, EVEN
. sulky suggests childish resentment expressed in peevish sullenness . crabbed applies to a forbidding morose harshness of manner
   THE CRUSH OF A BREAKDOWN
. saturnine describes a heavy forbidding aspect or suggests a bitter disposition
   A REASON TO WANT TO
. gloomy implies a depression in mood making for seeming sullenness or glumness .
   GET UP AGAIN
Crawlspace of the Cranium
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It's not the Many but the Sum that seems to Matter dmging@gmail.com
A May 2015
"Indeed you were built strong and brave
Like a warrior bashing through a cave
Of sorrow and of emptiness
Crying when the world is bright to believe theres no such thing as darkness
Dealing with the challenges and mistakes that life throws at us
But learn from every single mistake anger-less
Stop giving into your weaknesses
Stop thinking about those who forgotten you and treated you effortlessly
Senseless  and affectionless
Let no wasteful man put you down with meaness
Only because your personality fashions a spark of joyfullness
Consume every wisdom with aggressiveness
Shed a thousand years of tears in a state of loneliness
Only so you can feel you inner self with consciousness
Be ready at what ever life throws at you with eagerness
You never lose. You either win or reflect with perceptive-ness
And just know to trust your lord with wholeness
Keep grasping upon the hardships you dealt with in the darkness
So you can look back and recall the roughness
Recalling every memory buried in your heart from all the sadness
And stand proud with your toughness
Once you overcome your glumness and drown in a deluge of pure gladness
and give glad tiding to the strangers"

                               © S Y A
A Lil pep talk to oneself. By the way, is perceptiveness a word? Lol
Kane Jan 2015
The pervading glumness of this dead air
Ideally filled with wailful tunes
As if a carnival or a fair
With lively and colorful balloons
The greyness of this noiseless strife
Quiet enough for one to hear
The rhythmic bass of life
And to come to grips with fear

Nary a caw of the crow heard,
Searching for a snack
The noises of a carrion bird
Are not enough to break this lack
Nary a thing is audible
Save the busy humming of the mind
And while the desire is laudable
Peace, noises cannot find

The life bringing silence
Spawning thoughts and ideas
In order to escape the noisy violence
And to go to a noiseless panacea
To embrace the unwanted mellow
Is to accept the mind for itself
It’s never truly quiet with you as your fellow
So long as you don’t leave your thoughts on the shelf
Leslie Zhang Apr 2015
nausea pulsating glumness
sits swollen in my belly.
half-curled on a stained couch,
chins bubbling in bed,
i listen to elena croon
as lovers and friends slip,
newborn ghosts in my hippocampus.
Absent Motility Against Staid Inertia

impossible to describe listlessness
     bedeviling this body electric aye attest
motivation to counter glumness
     seizes motility temporarily

     to stave off staid purposeless at best,
yet aware poetic obfuscation chest
barely delineates fierce hopelessness
     assailing me,

     when'r awake and/or at everest
feeding melancholy feedback loop
     sparring against faintest
momentum - writhing psyche,

     asper an unwelcome guest
emotional friction
     bringing motionlessness,
     where lunging futility

     summoning ability
     to muster joie de vivre
     defeated willpower
     no matter mental health

     propped up
     with pharmacological medications
     prescribed by Doctor George Adams be hest,
yet tis NOT suicide, but general malaise
     as if poison (or stung by a scorpion) jest

permeates thy being
     sparking existential angst
     hoop fully communicating figurative soffits
     facilitating emotional bulwark lest

ye **** sitter
     this lix spittled chap messed
up in the head, but also that empty nest
syndrome - aa bird den, and nefarious pest

disallowing merrily rowing my boat
     subjected to turbulence that doth wrinkle
     space/time continuum quest
punctuating any attempt

     to take fig yurt heave Newtonian rest
without being assailed
     of drab quotidian predictability
     re: envious papa

     towards daughters adventurous lives
     he rejoices (albeit vicariously)
respective lives where offspring lasso lassitude,
     viz both their electric kool aid acid test
how fate didst in vest
waning wily woebegone zest!
on the spotlight
being removed
a glumness did dwell
within him
newer stars were capturing
every bit of luminescence
deep inside he felt
a bygone florescence

only those of enduring
fame
will ever keep alight
the everlasting flame
he knew not of how fleeting
kudos can be
one minute it is with you
then it can curiously flee

to-day he sits
in a gloomy shade
contemplating on an
unlit glade
Morgan B Sep 2014
Do you ever have this feeling?
One that doesn't feel right?
I woke this morning
The air was thick, as if trying to coat some secret
Even hard to breath
The ground was wet with the morning tears of the earth
This negative energy swarms me, stinging my entire body
The bus is silent
As if we were all drones, slaves to the thick air and wet earth
No smiles, no thoughts dancing in the eyes, not even a movement
The glumness I couldn't seem to grasp
Whistling
because I thought it was Wednesday
but it was not.

see
I jumped ahead a day
whistled away
found it was still Tuesday
and now have to pay with
glumness
which is not next to Lochness,

although glumness hides
its own monsters.

Thank **** I didn't think it was Friday.
Lackluster life lived
     as each subsequent day,
a carbon copy
of the one before,
though far from
being clinically depressed, this boar

ring guilt ridden Capitalist decries
     mass consumerist paradigm
satiating the *****
rub bull Lady Liberty, where more
disinclination arises, per
crossing upcoming birthdays corridor

January 13th finds
     increased repugnance being part
of materialistic culture club
as hellacious tore
char, implied societal behavior
expects blind submission

subjected to glore
re: us lee spouting
hallelujah nauseating your
every five senses to accept
point blank, Nee pay adore
ration, asper goyish gaiety bon jure

blared, foisted, and
     lobbed upon every
     man, woman, and child of society,
which imposition, this
outlier doth deplore
as an avowed antiestablishmentarian

to thee very core,
of my being, who
experiences continuous ab ****
rent theoretical strings
of disappointments pour
ring down (like confetti)

from on high, viz directly
linkedin as nonconformist eyesore
from cradle to... when,
     me cremated ashes get scattered,
     though right now... still technically
     alive, at least... I think so

     (despite not yet),
being gratefully dead...
nearing three score
years, yet upon
my demise wherefore
welcoming relief against

     (feeling like the oddball),
     shares his glumness
weighing me down, where
every step an arduous chore
his compunction being open to explore
living off the grid, or

alternatively joining thee dacor
oven intentional community,
cuz he seems severely mismatched,
     where vast material consumption,
     especially accentuated with
     holiday season heavily pitched

to spend every
last red cent, (and beg
borrow, max out on credit, or steal)
to splurge for
expectation to endure

the helter skelter frenetic
     Black Friday and Cyber Monday
fire sales kindling
     a bonanza galore!
Chirping voice of  gleeful birds
Broke my  fretful  thoughts
And as I gazed at them in wonder
To see their happy ways
Little smile carved in
Ousting glumness from my face
To refill my mind again with questions!!

Did the birds sing to me
To join in their song?
By leaving my worries
And move forward weightless
With no burden of fear and tear
And face on spot anything graciously!!

For there exists forever for everyone
The sky and Earth !!

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