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Deathoffaith
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Posted - 10/29/2011 :  01:55:27 AMDeathoffaith's Poems
This is about depression and feeling like there is no hope.

Wacko-

My third trip to the psych ward.
My millionth time in depressions dark grip.
Medications and side effects of a sad life.
The colors not as bright.
Sleepless nights and bad dreams, fears I can’t mention.
Sorrow like my worst friend come to haunt me again.
Wishing for a new brain
With downcast eyes
The yellow sun hides behind blue skies that hide behind a shade of black.
Anxiety’s tight hold on me.
Forever linked I am like my sign, two fish that are constantly trying to get away from one another.
A water sign, drowning in a room full of air.
Death speaks
And so does hope.
But death’s voice is stronger and the rope is shorter.
27 the magic age.
Vision wasted talent carelessly abused intuition unused.
This life
I
I have abused.
And time is past 3 AM.
I’m wasted again.
Just trying to understand the threads of life.
Wires got tangled somehow and the wiser road seems unreachable and pointless.
Dirt and worms is this where we all end?
27 the magic age.
My third trip to the psych ward.
My millionth time in depressions dark grip.
Medications and side effects of a sad life.
The colors not as bright.
Hold tight to sanity but the line is strained.
Frayed like my outlook.
Remember me when I’m gone.
Suicide the last ride.
Fast cars and weak minds.
Over worked hearts.
Stress
An abused life.
27 the magic age.
Winehouse Cobain Hendrix Joplin
And countless others greet me if you’re there when I’m no longer here.
My third trip to the psych ward.
My millionth time in depressions dark grip.
Medications and side effects of a sad life.
The colors not as bright.
Sleepless nights and bad dreams, fears I can’t mention.
Sorrow like my worst friend come to haunt me again.
Wishing for a new brain
With downcast eyes
The yellow sun hides behind blue skies that hide behind a shade of black.
Anxiety’s tight hold on me.
And time is past 3 AM.
I never felt more alive than when I looked in your eyes and you accepted me.
But now I feel dead again.
Ashes and dust and rust.
And it’s past 3 AM.
My vision is darkened
My heart is pounding
And I can’t wait for it to end.





Edited by - Deathoffaith on 10/29/2011 02:04:27 AM

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Luko
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Posted - 11/01/2011 :  11:31:07 AMPoems by Luko
This poem reminds me a lot of HOWL by Allen Ginsberg, which I am absolutely sure you are familiar with.
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Deathoffaith
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Posted - 11/01/2011 :  6:46:53 PMPoems by Deathoffaith
Yeah I reread Howl before I wrote this. It was a big inspiration for Wacko. Ginsberg is amazing. And "On the Road" is one of my fav. books.
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divot
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Posted - 11/01/2011 :  8:55:19 PMPoems by divot
The nothingness to attain, it leaps, it bounds, it gains. A diatribe for hope to say the least. You have written it well.
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Deathoffaith
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Posted - 11/01/2011 :  9:47:19 PMPoems by Deathoffaith
ty Divot
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