Depression
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Open heartTo the petty gustsBrought forthFrom the heartbroken surge,To the relief that dividesThe heart from grief. There is water in your veins,Bleeding out for the painWe both were singing for,Beneath the immaculate bedsheets.With faces heavy in the weariness,While eyes shower graceUpon hands made of metal. I choose to hold youOut of all other options,For one…
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Among the waves,Tears collect, to recedeFrom the glass,From the mirror’s boundaryFrosted by breath,Frozen throughIn the silence of death. Among allCountless beats of a heart,Veins will shatterAlong withEach moment to matter. While eyes hideBehind the tear-stained hands,While one wilted formCannot standUpon a barren shore. Unable to see,Unable to breatheA second more,While the afterlifeCloses upon me. Naked…
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Open heart,Wanted, yet buried,Desired, though firedFrom the elimination of total death.Remembrance has you sailingAcross the skyline,Weeping a puddle in your hands,Saving a crystallized moment. As sparks send you movingOn a pathwaysTowards the inchesWhere sunrise holds the fableOf ourselves, crossing to newerAnd timeless elevations. Weeping through treetops,As branches scatterSeeds from a forgotten forever,As new life is…
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Footsteps hollowed into the earth,Broken, feeble, acute sorrows,Aching stomach,Among the symptoms of remorse.I sob to the tune of a heart,Singing tremorsNever forming the ripplesIn the lakeBeneath these feet. Footsteps that keep formingWinter’s burialIn the mud,Within the povertyOf the stinging mind,Staging the act where smilesAre kept,Weeping in forestsWhere birds come, to recollect. Bleeding crimsonIn the memories,…
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“Who wants to be the one who takes the blame for another? Who wants to be the one who bleeds for another? Who wants to be the one who dies for another? There is no one, besides the he or the she who is too smart and too stupid to know and not know what…
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Blanket me. Warm me. Though, leave me. Keep me as you can see me. Though, leave me, as I am open. Hold me in the heart of your yearnings. There is wine sprinkled around, enough to be shed like blood. Do I look wounded, enough? Upon the surface, warmth is more the spots. The clouds…
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Slowness to sobriety. Fill me up with the porcelain from your eyes, with the sentences that perspire upon the lids. Keep me afloat in your drunken state, in the arms that swim, while nails begin to dig. You let fall your fingers to pierce the wood of a coffin, while I am settled in the…
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Her heart, long and venomous was ever the sadness that chimed upon the strings. Could I? To stoop my head low to gift a kiss to her notes, would I then fade? As she, being the one who wishes to be vapor, I’d gather it in my lungs at this final leap. Pioneered for the…
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Fragile,MournfulOf the snow that takes shapeOf a man’s crumpled hand,With edgesThat carry him down. Weakened,OvertakenOf the breaking mind,Wallowing in sustenanceToo heavy to hold,Though he walks. BleedingSunrise, into the wastesOf burned fields,Sickened moors,Orchards that loose more applesThan ever he did of sin. Will waterQuenched the starved lips,Reminiscent of a kissNever allowed? Will the moonShow its true…
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“Do not keep your hold upon the droplets. For they are meant to water the roots. Do not let anger, through the fear that burns what is dead within yourself, consume the wilderness meant to thrive. As pain may be the thorns, everything beautiful is the rose. You might find the stem unwieldable, as a…
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“No man will cry over sentimentality. He will, however, weep when the boulder during the present, buries him further into the earth. The guilt, harbored upon his shoulders, docked as a ship within his heart, overloaded with the cargo of self-disappointment, offers him the curse of blame for what he could not protect. Competence is,…
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“What comes first? Love or trust? It must be love, because we cannot trust everyone.” – Modern Romanticism Does one know why the person commits suicide? It is objectively an act of self-punishment. Since it is that both love and death are gifts, due to that life cannot see when either will arrive, the person…
Modern Romanticism 