Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Today 6:10am
Today 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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2 Comments
OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:14am
17th Jan 2025 3:14am
....
how can you heal what is deathing?- "I'm ready to go right now"~John legend; existence green lit for what though?-this shit is really fucking cut throat- why must we have so many questions?-about whatever brought about catastrophe destined-headed to "Armageddon";
I fear/praise "god" not- because the dark is where he/it left us....all this " god is watching" and "the devil's gonna getcha"(spookisms)-the darkness I embrace is the "sin" that's labeled pleasure- weed- the only most high that's...
I fear/praise "god" not- because the dark is where he/it left us....all this " god is watching" and "the devil's gonna getcha"(spookisms)-the darkness I embrace is the "sin" that's labeled pleasure- weed- the only most high that's...
#depression
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 10:25pm
13th Jan 2025 10:25pm
"written in the stars"
they'd always say, "god" doesn't make mistakes...."; I'd always think- "what is this place?" those long ago "yesterdays" I'd never think I'd think of death so much and in such a way that I do now adays....
life certainly prepares one- one way or another for that final day.... the way one used to fear that expiration date-all the things one must go through/tolerate....now.... it all makes so much sense to embrace- even if it means no more "sense of wake" in any state....
this place here and now-...
life certainly prepares one- one way or another for that final day.... the way one used to fear that expiration date-all the things one must go through/tolerate....now.... it all makes so much sense to embrace- even if it means no more "sense of wake" in any state....
this place here and now-...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#humankind
#depression
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
12th Jan 2025 8:20pm
Why do you do that to thyself
I can't really understand why do you do that to thyself, 🤔 for it's not going to change anything that you can't change thyself. FOR sure it's literally just a fix for a moment and then you find thyself, sometimes hurting in pain or be getting thoughts on killing yourself or hurting those who care deeply about you. 🤨 YET you continue to do what you do to thyself, thinking it's gonna help you navigate, through the darkness of the evil forces, that seems to control your thoughts calling you affecting your insight and life. Yet you still believe that it's helping you to cope with...
#addiction
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#sadness
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Darkness_Fiend
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:00am
11th Jan 2025 10:00am
(46) Lost, Lonely & High 01.01.2025 @ 5:56pm
Feeling hopeless once again!
I got some things on my mind.
Still on the run and under the influence!
I aim high just to hit rock bottom.
I confess that I’m still chopping lines.
Without you here, it doesn’t feel right.
I don’t see the point in getting high.
If you’re not here, then why?
Down here missing my little brother
Resentment growing deeper towards my mother
I can’t stand to look in the mirror
I hate pretending like my mind seems clearer
I’m struggling in my life.
All I think about is getting high. ...
I got some things on my mind.
Still on the run and under the influence!
I aim high just to hit rock bottom.
I confess that I’m still chopping lines.
Without you here, it doesn’t feel right.
I don’t see the point in getting high.
If you’re not here, then why?
Down here missing my little brother
Resentment growing deeper towards my mother
I can’t stand to look in the mirror
I hate pretending like my mind seems clearer
I’m struggling in my life.
All I think about is getting high. ...
#depression
#hurt
37 reads
Darkness_Fiend
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 9:57am
11th Jan 2025 9:57am
(45) Please Forgive Me Little Brother 03.31.2024 @ 9:56am
#death
#depression
#grief
#hurt
#sadness
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SommersWill
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 11:18am
2nd Jan 2025 11:18am
Ever Year Is A Piece Of Shit
The faded yellow light of the room bears relentlessly down on me in the last minutes of the year. The soft greys and blacks of my desktop's dark mode seem like a good - but not perfect - metaphor for the colors with which I've painted my life for years now. And just as I'm cooling off from another frustrating and utterly pointless game in which I can barely achieve anything above average, I realize once again just how much I hate everything.
I would blame it all on the year before, or on the year before that. I'm trying to pinpoint a moment when the crisis began - when the boulder...
I would blame it all on the year before, or on the year before that. I'm trying to pinpoint a moment when the crisis began - when the boulder...
#depression
#despair
#humankind
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 9:13am
31st Dec 2024 9:13am
New Year/New Problems
I try not to get consumed by hate
some may think it's a choice
but no
it's a bunch of little things
you do what you're supposed to
work hard and pray to God
then you lose a friend
and then a pet
the bathroom floor needs fixed
the fucking repair man does a bad job
and you really don't need that shit
so what do you know?
you got a feeling
but you're not allowed to show
it's like taking two steps forward
only to get hit ten steps back
whenever you fix one thing
then...
some may think it's a choice
but no
it's a bunch of little things
you do what you're supposed to
work hard and pray to God
then you lose a friend
and then a pet
the bathroom floor needs fixed
the fucking repair man does a bad job
and you really don't need that shit
so what do you know?
you got a feeling
but you're not allowed to show
it's like taking two steps forward
only to get hit ten steps back
whenever you fix one thing
then...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#depression
149 reads
3 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 5:50pm
10th Dec 2024 5:50pm
Undercurrent.
It feels like I’m swimming for my life,
around me, a large body of water,
and there are absolutely no signs of land in sight.
My arms and legs grow heavier
from exhaustion.
Fire is burning in my lungs, as I breathe
And while I think I’m breathing in fresh air
it doesn’t feel like oxygen, quite the opposite.
Something hot and unrelenting coils in my chest
even as I exhale.
suddenly feeling as though
I’m wading in the fiery lakes of hell.
“Keep swimming.” I think to myself.
The end has got to be near, ...
around me, a large body of water,
and there are absolutely no signs of land in sight.
My arms and legs grow heavier
from exhaustion.
Fire is burning in my lungs, as I breathe
And while I think I’m breathing in fresh air
it doesn’t feel like oxygen, quite the opposite.
Something hot and unrelenting coils in my chest
even as I exhale.
suddenly feeling as though
I’m wading in the fiery lakes of hell.
“Keep swimming.” I think to myself.
The end has got to be near, ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles #water
#LifeStruggles #water
170 reads
4 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
6th Dec 2024 8:19pm
Botticelli
Standing at a crossroads, why do I have to choose when Botticelli painted both the Madonna and Child and The Birth of Venus? I say I don't write for the purist, so why can't I create my real emotions—mental art—without fear of repercussions? What was going through your mind, Botticelli, when you painted for both Pagans and Catholics? Should I keep my work neat and pure, the cute shit that’s suitable for a bland palate, or can I give you tears and pain, profanity intertwined with the confession of sin?
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
When I was a child, I learned not to share my dreams or thoughts because it...
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
110 reads
4 Comments
MsRockyJackson
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 3:25pm
6th Dec 2024 3:25pm
Tales Of A Scorned Woman Part I : Bitterness
I took your words as the gospel truth,
I trusted your actions so naively as each word you said to me I followed you blindly like a lamb being lured in to be slaughtered for a Sunday feast.
So just like the innocence of the lamb that got killed for you led me down to a dark path with no light at the end of a tunnel or bread crumbs to guide me out this black forest as you promised a safe haven in your arms;
You promised me comfort, promised me happiness along with respect and most of all promised me warmth.
I felt nothing but despair,
I felt betrayal from those...
I trusted your actions so naively as each word you said to me I followed you blindly like a lamb being lured in to be slaughtered for a Sunday feast.
So just like the innocence of the lamb that got killed for you led me down to a dark path with no light at the end of a tunnel or bread crumbs to guide me out this black forest as you promised a safe haven in your arms;
You promised me comfort, promised me happiness along with respect and most of all promised me warmth.
I felt nothing but despair,
I felt betrayal from those...
#depression
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Depression
