Just a lie, Once jovial, with a crooked smile. Now wanting to lie Down on the brick surface, And face the sky Wanting to die. Because the world could not shy Away from my mask. They merely gasped, They merely whispered What they were glimpsing…
“For art to grow and prosper, it must be treated as any other life upon Earth. We are creations of other creations, are we not? Therefore, if art is merely ‘anything’, then it is ‘nothing’, referring the creators of this art to be those to…
Darkness is a brutal kindness In the coldest and warmest remembrances, Of each thing lapsed so far in the past, That I cannot tell What flavor are my tears. So much sheltered, Out of the cold, And so very bold When released, for me to…
“As it is, a person becomes suicidal, not because of the presence of the abuse that life offers to them, but because of the lack of any nearby heart. That is, without genuineness offered, a person becomes lowered into that dark state. It is to…
In the snowOr in the haze of a winter’s eveningJust when wind is coming over your dress,You’ll ask to receive lessThan what I have ever offered.For in the coldness,You are quite like oldness. Quite like without graceOf an ill cat on the roadwayTo some morsel…
The worn feeling,The pressuring sensation,To move.The dryness in my heart, where should stir blood,The motion of my form, against the songs of sadness,Bellowed from my lips. The loss,The emptiness,Inside of me.The beauty that was with you, something held upon like gold,The form you would give…
Miss Beauty,With all radiance to spend,Like what the sun does, to spread color,As you have done, to my mind of black and white. In losing you,My mind has turned to grey. I sought to see your hips move with the wind’s twists,And hear your sighs…
Her tears were for my cup,To count of every drop.Her eyes were the lakes for me to dip my feet,And to bathe within their frozen stare.Her pain and her sorrowWill last for every tomorrow. My beating heart,And her legs that walkThe miles across landscapes wet…
Passed upon myself,Was her shadow.Like to pass over my disused and torn spirit,After a love shattered,Like the bottle I cling to. I attempted to ignore,Though, it kept calling,As it kept me company. Beside myself, flesh over a drunken spirit.Inside myself, with ignorance overdone,I only slept…
It seems in today’s time that “depression” has been repeatedly categorized into multiple areas, almost as if these are demographics. Segregated, so to speak, and depression has become something of a place to belong, should one’s own insecurity demand it. From situational depression, to clinical…
