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Many years ago I was living with depression
And all I wanted was just to be alone
But now I found myself smiling with no reason
Funny that sometimes you're in my imagination
Ma. Cristina Colima
My Mom And Dad
I feel like I am alone
But I am not
Because my mom and dad are always there to hold my hands
I feel like I am worthless
Last night I fell asleep watching the moon from my bedroom window
I imagined that you were watching it too
And for that moment
Because of my cross, I find this life a misery
Like every cast in this dramatic adventure
of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,
it lies “in grandeur and in mass”
beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;
dots of cyclamen-red and maroon on its clearly defined
In New Orleans
'Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befell
The tear-compelling incident I now propose to tell;
So come, my sweet collector friends, and listen while I sing
Unto your delectation this brief, pathetic thing-
All the striving, all the failing,
To the silent Nothing sailing.
Swiftly, swiftly passing by!
For the land of shadows leaving,
Hear the singing on the boats,
As they halt beside the pier!
Ah, those fresh Italian throats,
How they cheer!
John L. Stoddard
Hymn To Contrition
Tenderest Herald of the sky,
Nature's safeguard from perdition,
Friend of sweet, tho' tearful eye,
Call'd by angels meek Contrition-
My Body And My Mind
My body and my mind...
My body and my mind are in depression because
You are not with me.
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian
Since she first knew and had to go away
From home that spring to have her child with strangers,
Sustained her, till the vanished boy next door
Body And Soul
Half-numb, guzzling bourbon and Coke from coffee mugs,
our fathers fall in love with their own stories, nuzzling
the facts but mauling the truth, and my friend's father begins
to lay out with the slow ease of a blues ballad a story
B H Fairchild
(Self-Portrait) Omens and Astrology. A desert flat and undisturbed, stupid and forlorn. Sunless. a caravan of failures. Pons Asinorum and the Feast of the Ass and revolt against standardized American childhood.
War and Violence.
Catapults and Torches and the first stray thrusts of Sun into the Soul. Bombardments and Bordels. Heraldry and High Walls. Too rigid to crumble but not too strong to fracture.
The Man Closing Up,' from Night Light' (1967),
would make his bed,
If he could sleep on it.
The Southerly Buster
There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought,
And we pray for the touch of his breath
When siroccos come forth from the North-West and North,
Or in dead calms of fever and death.
King Billy's Skull.
THE scene is the Southern Hemisphere;
The time â?? oh, any time of the year
Will do as well as another; say June,
Put it down likewise as the full of the moon,
James Brunton Stephens
A Merciful Governor
Standing within the triple wall of Hell,
And flattening his nose against a grate
Behind whose brazen bars he'd had to dwell
A thousand million ages to that date,
Felicity the healer isnâ??t young
And you donâ??t look him up unless you need him.
Clownâ??s eyes, Popeâ??s nose, a mouth for dirty stories,
He made his bundle in the Great Depression
Trollius And Trellises
of course, I may die in the next ten minutes
and Iâ??m ready for that
but what Iâ??m really worried about is
that my editor-publisher might retire
All treasures ainâ??t worth this oppression.
All pleasures ainâ??t worth one transgression.
Not even seven thousand years of joy
Is worth seven days of depression.
Shams Al-din Hafiz Shirazi
The Jolly Dead March
If I ever be worthy or famousâ??
Which Iâ??m sadly beginning to doubtâ??
When the angel whose place â??tis to name us
Shall say to my spirit, â??Pass out!â??
A Trailing Smile
Look at our little sister
Standing at the temple door
'Smart ' and Charming
With a smile so beaming
I Am A Killer
My name is depression and I am a killer,
I am everywhere, I am the darkness, the grief, the sadness.
Once I enter your head, it would be hard for you to get me off of your system.
True Self: Living Bipolar
It looks like you've been smiling for too long,
Can't control your own self,
People don't know who you really are,
Cause you are different when it comes to the outside world,
She was dragged into pain,
Her heart in bitter ordain,
And her dress, wet with tears,
That flow from heart bars,
It's hard that you keep being underestimated,
People see you as an outsider, or far from their level.
Racism under their state of mind,
They judged at you for being poor,