Poetry competition CLOSED 8th December 2017 11:50am
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Anonymous
Anonymous
Depression
Poetry Contest Description
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Describe what depression means/feels like to you.
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Heavy Depression
It is like a dark cloud is hanging over your head.
It becomes harder to pull yourself out of bed
Every day. Just when you think you get better
That is when it clings to you like a thick sweater,
Trying to suffocate you and pull you back into
The shadows where it lives. It is a battle you
Can never always win. Just when you think
You won is when it will find a way to sink
Into you like thorns, claws, and talons.
It is like you are drowning in water gallons
Deep and with no life preserver in sight.
It is like you are too afraid to take flight
And leave. A part of you stays rooted
And believes in things that are so diluted
Or false. It is hard to take off the blindfold
To see the world as shiny. You have enfolded
Yourself within the darkness and stay there
No matter if there is light or any air.
It becomes harder to pull yourself out of bed
Every day. Just when you think you get better
That is when it clings to you like a thick sweater,
Trying to suffocate you and pull you back into
The shadows where it lives. It is a battle you
Can never always win. Just when you think
You won is when it will find a way to sink
Into you like thorns, claws, and talons.
It is like you are drowning in water gallons
Deep and with no life preserver in sight.
It is like you are too afraid to take flight
And leave. A part of you stays rooted
And believes in things that are so diluted
Or false. It is hard to take off the blindfold
To see the world as shiny. You have enfolded
Yourself within the darkness and stay there
No matter if there is light or any air.
Written by eswaller
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God's holy trousers::::--
You are going to hell with gasoline drawers on
Shortest distance 'tween two lines is a point
Yesterday is the best part of history
You deeply inhale the philosophic joint...
Benevolent dictatorship without respite
Drinking a propaganda cocktail rite
Out of a book of shadow puppet politicians
Being baptized in boiling water slide positions...
Firing a bullet that just left going somewhere
Wearing a wig of parabolic projectile hair
While shuffling the cards now in my head
My ears can't believe what I just said...
(intermission)....
I don't think without speaking
Like a mind drain without leaking
Deposit monopoly money in the bank
Melt the lizard to render gas in the tank...
Stop the rainbow from bending
Outlaw the email from sending
Taking a walk on the marathon run
While shining a flash light on the sun...
Trick the bee to make sugar honey pies
As we watch the mushroom cloud rise
Don't drink the ancient mental poison
Mixed with the modern Kool-aid lie...
They build a soul rocket for soaring
And then go bury it in the dirt...
The truth of life is no real secret
But learning it always hurts...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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The Drop
Blended palettes pour
muted susurrations slip skyward
Ash passes-
dour breath enlivens what's...
left
Overcasting cogent columns
coating in gray-
the cold...
our hiemal holdfast
Written by AtoMikbomb
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Lady Despair
Trying to erase her past....
She desperately longs for....
Wanting to be last....
Wanting to be more....
Loving white....
But wearing black....
With wish to take a bite....
She puts chocolate back....
Loving Rain....
But staing under roof....
Wrists decorated with pain....
Eyes waterproof....
Wishing for someone to care....
Wishing for world to end....
My Lady Despair....
My only Friend....
....
Me....
Just like i have always been....
My own wife....
My own knife....
Forever Stuck between....
Trying to live my life....
....And trying to run from it....
note: i've uploaded this work for another competition too, like 10 mins ago.... and that kind of makes me realize that perhaps i don't like all that many works of mine... which i feel like adds a layer to this work considering the topic.... because.. .yeah... that'S pretty bum...
Trying to erase her past....
She desperately longs for....
Wanting to be last....
Wanting to be more....
Loving white....
But wearing black....
With wish to take a bite....
She puts chocolate back....
Loving Rain....
But staing under roof....
Wrists decorated with pain....
Eyes waterproof....
Wishing for someone to care....
Wishing for world to end....
My Lady Despair....
My only Friend....
....
Me....
Just like i have always been....
My own wife....
My own knife....
Forever Stuck between....
Trying to live my life....
....And trying to run from it....
note: i've uploaded this work for another competition too, like 10 mins ago.... and that kind of makes me realize that perhaps i don't like all that many works of mine... which i feel like adds a layer to this work considering the topic.... because.. .yeah... that'S pretty bum...
Anonymous
Anonymous
Nothingness
something
always
somethingness
always
blessed
when anaesthesia
is at it`s best
only then
true nothingness
nothinger
than paralyzed
by medicine chest
nothinger
than face down
motionless
after cocktails
countless
nothingness
the only refuge
when lover rejects
regardless
of excruciating pain
I profess
regardlesser
than sacrifice
in her service
I acquiesced
at the time
it seemed
totally selfless
yet now I sense
it was perhaps
subconcious
forcing self
to invest
emotional hedge
psychological chips
redempt
when sufficiently
stressed
but I digress
nothingness
nothinger
than death
good `ol
last breath
Spirit released
through energy
mysterious
only nothingness
relieves
pains from
pondering closure
of this mess
oh genius
anaesthetist
bring me
your best
swirling tank
of gaseous
rest
mis-interpret
lab test
dont double-check
simply forget
let innocent
human error
eternally
render
me oblivious
in glorious
perpetual
nothingness
always
somethingness
always
blessed
when anaesthesia
is at it`s best
only then
true nothingness
nothinger
than paralyzed
by medicine chest
nothinger
than face down
motionless
after cocktails
countless
nothingness
the only refuge
when lover rejects
regardless
of excruciating pain
I profess
regardlesser
than sacrifice
in her service
I acquiesced
at the time
it seemed
totally selfless
yet now I sense
it was perhaps
subconcious
forcing self
to invest
emotional hedge
psychological chips
redempt
when sufficiently
stressed
but I digress
nothingness
nothinger
than death
good `ol
last breath
Spirit released
through energy
mysterious
only nothingness
relieves
pains from
pondering closure
of this mess
oh genius
anaesthetist
bring me
your best
swirling tank
of gaseous
rest
mis-interpret
lab test
dont double-check
simply forget
let innocent
human error
eternally
render
me oblivious
in glorious
perpetual
nothingness
Written by drivelicious13
(alon aLion)
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Anonymous
Empty
the pen trembled slightly
held firmly in my hand
fingers chasing fleeting thoughts
trying to convey them
find a way to properly say them
but in the end
the page remained blank
empty
devoid of expression
and yet it said it all exact
what was written
was what I felt
the pen trembled slightly
held firmly in my hand
fingers chasing fleeting thoughts
trying to convey them
find a way to properly say them
but in the end
the page remained blank
empty
devoid of expression
and yet it said it all exact
what was written
was what I felt
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