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A WORD ABOUT DEPRESSION
One of the stupidest, most condescending things anybody can say to someone with severe depression is "everything's going to be all right." It's even stupider than "get over it!" because at least that second one shows you don't have any faux-sympathy for the person in question.
Let me tell you something: saying "everything will be all right" means exactly nothing. It means nothing because everything is not going to be all right just because you say so, and both of you know it. It means nothing because you're just proving that you've never been in that situation and have no idea what it's like to be in that situation.
When someone's critically depressed, they don't ...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 104- SKYLARK SPECTACULAR (#2)
FAR FROM REALITY
PARTICLES of RUST between
broken cerebral connections.
as memory is moving out
and time moves on.
Far from reality
Familiar cadence repeats,
I am syncopated passion,
THINK of a plethora of pain never forgotten;
in moments SCUFFED outside wisdom’s mind.
When dementia finds me
far from reality
banging and bombarding
a misplaced identity
where only music
was MY ESCAPE.
Finding a fading smile
sunset pausing briefly
basking in MOCKING shades
of days passed away
stroked against p...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 104- SKYLARK SPECTACULAR!
Terms used: My escape, creased, scuffed, particles, rust, think, mocking.
THE NIGHT IS FILLED WITH DANGERS, YOU SEE
Once, I sat upon a tall gloomy tree
It would be my escape -- the town was asleep
The wind was silent, moonlight mocking me
'Twas the perfect scene -- horrors to be seen
And then a breeze came, clouds burst to rain
Lightning made reveal a shadow standing still
Wearing steel armor filled with rust
A headless knight*, I was scuffed with fright.
Awakened by a call, we've arrived at grandpa's home
Fall; the floor dirty and creased by the old chair
(5: The words I need to hear)
Angel with no wings
Why the sudden sad stare
The world at times is not what you seemed it to be
Can grab you leave you bruised and bare
When times no one cares
Angel with no wings
Just look what you bring
A sense of strength
Although you have clipped wings
No shame if you can not fly away
Believe you will claim and soar
In better days
Angel with no wings
Hush let me dry your tears
World can be cold lonely place
If your alone fighting fears
We are unaware of our faith
But tell you this
There has to be better days
For clipped wings
Is like hell inside of ones cage.
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The Disappearing Girl
I’ve tired-out the covers and grown to sick to all the lies
Now I sit and soak in shudders
Fixing up my mind
It’ll take a more courageous act than trying to seem calm
But in all realities I just want to slam against a wall
And crack open the paint
Along with everything underneath
You can crawl into your hole if you fold your head between your knees
Someone else can patch the breach up
It’ll be better than before
There are no windows when you live inside a wall
There are no doors
You can’t do much inside the inside of a home
But it’s great to think
When the house lay deep in sleep and no one hears a single creak
You can sob inside your wall and not a soul will say a word...
You smile at the eerie silence of the night, and listen to how those unrevealed crickets sing queer songs that have almost become a part of your midnight thoughts, the ones that are defined too unsystematically. As your naked feet touch the still road, your toes adjust to the familiar rugged surface of those disproportionate rocks that face the darkness. And you sing songs that you vaguely remember from your childhood, and close your eyes, feeling your eyebrows furrow with anxiety upon being unable to remember those songs you know you loved too much.
Your memories gave up on you and those sweet songs abandoned you, the ones that were lullabies that sang to beg your charismatic eyes to sleep ...
Like the sun,
she has a fire within her
But be wary, oh curious one..
Look at her from afar,
her gaze can blind you
Don't venture too close,
her touch can burn you
The bright Sun of my life has been a constant. On cloudy days as well as clear. Always warmth. Always radiant. Forever pushing away the darkness.
The enigmatic Moon, silent and solitary dark and desolate. Has always hung in my sky. Regular showing its many illuminations, of reflections of a brighter light.
Today the heavens showed that even the great Sun can be eclipsed by the smaller enigmatic Moon. When the darkness and despair is so much closer than the glory of light, then even that glory can be eclipsed. Many ran out to see it. Less understood it. And a few were blinded by it.
In a fog filled clearing
Deep in the woods
Stands a creepy structure
Hiding under the hood
Upon closer inspection
You can step through the fog
Revealing a tomb, of sorts,
On the walls, a written log.
A column on each side of the door
Etched with symbols and runes
The unlocked door won't budge,
From inside, ghostly tunes.
After the sun goes down
The eerie music grows loud
The door creaks as it opens
A figure emerges without a sound.
Cloaked in a black cape
Red eyes piercing the dark
Transforming into a bat
Flying off like a Lark.
Hours pass by as the moon peaks
The caped figure returns to his immortal grave
Carrying a limp victim, stops to write on the wall
Have you ever seen the trees breath,
how it inhales in the worlds disease
and exhales out a cool breeze?
It is truly an amazing feat,
seeing silence creep in,
and the earth beat without sin.
People wander with masks
wrapped in intricate layers,
searching for the pot of gold
at the end of a rainbow.
Minds attached to desire,
everyone perspires ;
at last the bell rings
and the world simply expires.
watch the world from above,
sail the clouds on a boat,
see your thoughts afloat
and watch the story,
life has forever told.
once in a while stop and stare,
soak in the sun's glare,
breath in the worlds magical flair;
for this paradox can only be
watched and not logically c...
I see this one little flower
has bloomed on my lawn today.
I stoop to pick
and I see there's hundreds.
Now I'm wondering
if they're really just weeds.
A flower I will love, but a weed
I will rip out by its roots?
An easy answer comes to me:
Just let it be.
Now if emotions were as easy...
It's 2:40 AM.
I have to be up by 5 and out by 6.
And I'm just sitting here, reading all these beautiful letters that nobody cares about.
So many meaningful letters go unseen.
So many feelings pass by un-felt
so many feeble cries through words go unheard
So many people go unnoticed.
To the one who hurt me the most,
I hate you.
For every time you made me doubt my words
And I hate you
For how your record replies became rehearsed
I hate you
And how the things you didn’t say would always creep around my neck and make me crawl back every day.
I hate how all your problems seemed to circle around me
I hate myself for all the times I let myself unleash apologies.
I didn't tell you, but you’re the why in “why’d you toss your phone across the room?”
And “why are you screaming into your pillow?”
“Why are you darkening the room?”
I hate the ways you made me hate myself and the days you weren’t at fault.
And how you told me that you loved me but it still got me distraught.
I hate ho...
"Must Be The Weather"
They say that a storm is starting to form.
Evasive and safe actions are what we need to perform.
Severe, could be highly destructive.
I'm listening to the weatherman's exact instructions.
Stay away from glass, let the storm pass.
I sit in the dark, thunder booming and wind pulling up patches of grass.
The wind roars in my ears, storms are one of my greatest fears.
I just need to wait it out and wait for the weather to clear.
No sign of whether or not the end of it is near.
Not sure if the worst of it is even here.
I can hear the sharp cracks of thunder, the blinding flash of lightning as it pokes at the ground like a spear.
What's odd is that this entire time I never ...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE #98
I'm in her vice-like grip
Inhale the icy scent.
Chills going down the ropes from my spine.
Screaming out, but it's no use.
The scent of melted rubber from my shoes.
I can't get out of this.
My breathing's short and quick.
I can't run from her in a condition like this.
"You're already dead."
Echoing inside my head.
"You brought your own death."
The voices behind me say.
My head starts aching
From the cold hand laid in
This city I'm in, I'm fed up with it.
An idea's pitched from deep inside my brain
But I'm too far and high, I'm not listening.
"If this is what we're doomed to, it's not that bad."
Is the last thought I have...
Friday Night Illness (#WOD)
There is a
Outside of bed.
Beyond amber red
People of the night
Awaken by the smell
Of repugnant restrooms
Last memory of
The inside of
Brought alive by
“Why Are We Here?”
A friend of mine once said to me
that he wasn’t really clear
on the reason behind existence,
“Why are we here?”
Is it to forge a cleaner soul,
to take our turn at bat?
To wrap ourselves around a pole,
and learn great things from that?
It’s not a stupid question, though.
I’ve given it some thought.
To think of our existence
Confuses me a lot!
Are we here to find the perfect match
of fortune and true love?
And to find out after searching
that they rarely go hand in glove?
Are we here to learn great truths
and tip the scales to balance true?
Are we here to keep their game in play,
to give Karma something to do?
It’s not a stupid question, though.
I’ve given it...
Can we live without death,
Can we love without hate,
Can we want without need,
Born to just die ...
If hate is whats inside me,
Then hate is what defines me,
I will use my hate to drive me,
Let death not deprive me ...
Do I want this or do I need this,
Feeding off poor souls,
Pale pigments caused by my presence,
Forgiveness is earned not given ...
Climbing up a ladder in an upside down world,
Looking in the eyes of darkness,
I stand in front of a mirror,
Ashamed of nothing ...
What comes out from within can cause suicide,
Armageddon in the form of humanity,
A world without chaos is a world that's non-existent ...
Asking for forgiveness to be hypercritical,