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DEPRESSION

PoetSpeak
PoetSpeak
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A Rothko Kind of Day

Yesterday was like that
Hoping today will be better
Always a fan of Mark Rothko
He inspired me as a young painter
Still to this day

Moody
Unafraid
Bold
Firestarter
Some of his traits

This painting doesn't do him justice
It was just a feel thing
I honor him where I can
I'm a moody guy myself
Rothko however brightens my days
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PoetSpeak
PoetSpeak
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I don't relate to happy shiny people

People that are happy all the time
Are a pain in my ass
I relate to moody and irritable fucks like myself
Who have to create out of despair towards the middle

Maybe that's why I wear so much black
It matches my monochromatic moods
Looks fucking cool and keeps those shiny people in check
I love being me, brooding sulky and beautiful





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slipalong
slipalong
Fire of Insight
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Cold cavern

To ever walk in dark sunshine
staid gothic tale
the brighter day, so in denial †
  
Dead flowers that can bear no seed †
a wilting will †
that drowns in fathoms deep †
†  
Replenishment the bitter pill, contrite †
unconscious curtains pulled †
a chasm with the steepest sides †
†  
†Limbs be ever covered epaulettes †
to hide the tracks †
the vents of razor slits †
†  
If chinks appear †  
cracked tracks of salt †
on the paths of pride, all downwards steer †
†  
The host, that never answers †
bare existence †
the discord in each major, feeds the creping cancer †
†  
Steel spiders web †
grey mist's that swirl inside my head †
forecasts where the lows are dread †
†  
Just the outcast, locked open penitentiary †  
from the common heard †
the curved ball that threw itself? †  
† †
Hangs a fading picture of the Doors †
Jim Morrison, a ghost, he calls †
the platitudes of each need ignored †
†  
Each icy drip from the roof's topography  
the ineptitude that creeps †
for that cold cavern entraps me
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XiaoLong
XiaoLong
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Numb

This world, I canít keep up
The only word: shut the fuck up
it makes me tired, Iím fed up
fakes all me, better locking me up

one expectation is anotherís pain
keep going let all the bliss go in vain
the moment everythingís done seems insane
the you wish for an Angel from the astral plane

I canít be what you want me to be
faithless, Iíll be lost in the rough seas
thereís nothing you can expect of me
canít walk in your shoes, so let me be, please!!

holding on tight, you want control
freedomís right, yet its not to be told
want me to fight, only with my soul
but itís fear and flight, the body takes a toll!

canít you see i am numb,
Iíll ignore the hums and drums
take it from me, you canít feel the way I feel, so here it comes!

you want to be like the rest of you,
singing, dancing and prancing
watch me fall apart right in front of you, trying, crying and dying!!

This world is faithless
the people so clueless
it makes me so helpless
ignorance, nevertheless!

The world apart is falling
no, itís not nature calling
it is the thorn thatís within
losing control, the fading begins

Life it seems to fade away
drifting further every day
getting lost within my true self
nothing matters thereís no one else
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XiaoLong
XiaoLong
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Isnít this the Fuel

it made me to drool
scenes of wet dream
isnít this the fuel
i hear me scream
 
a stillness so cool
was I truly my age
isnít this the fuel
fills me with rage
 
like a teenage fool
desires out of reach
isnít this the fuel
burning that preach
 
all the unwritten rules
forever so confusing
isnít this the fuel
I wrote I was fuming
 
death was cruel
it has no meaning
isnít this the fuel
burns without feeling
 
i long for a duel
iíve seen the dire
isnít this the fuel
to be lighting my fire
 
just like a dumb mule
iíll be made be turn
isnít this the fuel
will make me burn
 
i see the umbra
rising in the tundra  
isnít this the fuel
ash to ash i will burn
 
just like the phoenix
from death it returns
Isnít this the fuel
cool flames yet it burns
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eroseternal
eroseternal
Tim Eros
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Another Depressed Day - Comp: Depression

Another Depressed Day - Comp: Depression
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AspergerPoet56
AspergerPoet56
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Amputated thoughts (NoPoo 58)

Hushed debate
 Shame in the shadows
Amputated thoughts †
Reason lies so far †
Down the end †
Of dark tunnel †

Withered hand †
Grappling †
With a stick †
To keep a sense †
Of a balance †  
Watching the cracks †

Wrapped †
In the wreckage †
Of a bleak world †
Trigger points †
Come and go †
Tetering on an edge †

Confusing †
Dark days †
Emotonless heart †
Dead eyes †
Not quite there †
In existence †

Sick of the decline †
Deceived †
By the whispers †
Facing facts †
Can no longer deny †
The charcoal box
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Thetravelingfairy
Thetravelingfairy
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Forever Winter

ďNo one ever told me that grief felt so like fearĒ - C.S. Lewis

Letís keep our rooms cold
Inside this house of old
I donít want to clean up
Let the candles do the work
And my journal take the hurt instead

Letís keep the front door locked
Nobody knock
Thereís nothing left inside
But four walls of rotting wood
Unswept floors and tangled curtains
Dirty dishes
And a scent buried in perfume

Autumn foliage takes hold
Outside this house of mold
This skull of mine aching
From the stench thatís baking
The wicks are dimming
Forever winter is coming

So let the season do the work

Cover first, with leaves
Keep her cold with maple breeze
Paint her skin the shade of snow
But keep her lips cranberry

And never tell spring.
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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Grace
Grace
Idryad
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PoetSpeak, Thetravelingfairy, AspergerPoet56, eroseternal, XiaoLong and  slipalong, thank you for participating.

eswaller
eswaller
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Surviving the Darkness

Let me save you, but I was already too far
Gone and in depressionís murky depths
I was not worth saving. Darkness is a scar
That would not heal as I tried to take steps

Forward and into the light where I would
Feel like a new person, but heavy chains
Kept dragging me backwards. I should
Have fought harder to release the rainís

Anguish and let it pull me higher instead of
Giving up completely, but I let it crush my
Spirits and hope. Let me cherish and love
You unconditionally, the girl and butterfly

With the broken wings.
Behind the smile
And the laughter I was the girl who was
Barely hanging on, but with every mile
Forward she was releasing the claws

So I could truly become the person I really
Wanted to be all along; the little girl who
Survived the fire with sharp, but not frilly
Edges. The girl who fought hard through

The shadows and doubts. The pain no
Longer makes me feel alone or invisible.
I had demons who lingered, but the glow
Became stronger and all the criminals

Who lived in my mind never see me as
Weak now. I am made of gold and topaz.
Written by eswaller
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Absence
Absence
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The Noose

Iím in a dark place
Wit a neck brace
Suffocating
Need resuscitating
Black hole
feeling trapped
Tightening
On the neck strap
Breath fleeting
constricted breathing
Chest beating
Internal bleeding
Lungs canít reach capacity
Life in a flash
Keeps passin me
Iím in this tree
Tryna grab the branch
Last ditch effort
One last chance
Just out of reach
Do I give up?
Sometimes I feel like
Enough is Enough
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Absence
Absence
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Undiagnosed

I wish I was an alcoholic.
Because at least Iíd know
what my problem is.
I could put a finger on it.
But what I have has eluded me,
all my life,
Quite possibly by my own
masking of the truth,
Iíve pretended for so long to be ok
To find distractions,
just to get me through the day
To not let my in-normalcy
keep me from appearing normal
Even though Iím trapped inside
Lost in the confusion of my mind!
Iíve been telling myself nothingís
wrong with me for so long
Iíd started to believe it!
Nothing could be further from the truth
The truth is,
I donít have a clue whatís wrong with me
and I never knew I needed help with it.
Until now.
And now...

I donít know how to ask for it
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Thetravelingfairy
Thetravelingfairy
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No More Tears to Shed

What can one do, with so much hatred
Built up fury, caged inside?
All my tears Iíve used
Abused
I own no more to shed

If I stole some back, there would be sin
A stain or two, some smears
Iím afraid Iíd waste those tears again

So tell me, what can one do
To set these vices free?
Iíve carried them so long
They are my property

Iíve tried selling them, through various methods
I call them ďtricks of the streetĒ
You learn them from other prisoners
Who squandered tears so carelessly
Now that theyíre in debt, theyíll do
Almost anything
To make ends meet

Itís dangerous when one finally breaks
And thereís no more tears to shed
ďJust how do they do it?Ē You wonder

If the things that tears can clear, travel to their head
No crying rescues
You should be scared dead
Of the people you meet
With no more tears to shed
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Grace
Grace
Idryad
Guardian of Shadows
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Congratulations to all the poets who have entered the competition. My companions and I enjoyed the read and in fact had spent hours deciding who should be top three.  Everyoneís entry was spot on depression. However, the top three slot goes to:
1. Terminal torture by Kaden_Malis
2. Blank Page by  DCLXVI_1989
3. Me and Madness by inechoingsilence
Thank you everyone for your brilliant entries. Please be with me again in the next competition.

Ljdynamic
Ljdynamic
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Congratulations Kaden, as well as the runner ups DCLXVI_198 and inechoingsilence.

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