Melancholia
Melancholia devastates
It is just life erosion
Drains the spiritual state
Such a consuming depression.
Melancholia negates
The human will to rise
And conquer cruel Fate
Wipe wasted tears from the eyes.
Melancholia is unhealthy
Must be dealt with at the roots
And with Hope as the recovery
That births the Joy as fruit!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Melancholia
In the afternoon, baby in my room
When the lights are dim way beyond the hill
In the afternoon, baby in my room
When Im really down get me off the ground
Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
In the morning time when I go outside
In the morning time its like that all the while
In the afternoon when Im in my room
Every single day, it wont go away
Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
And its in my heart, when were apart
And it stops and starts, and its in my heart
Every single day its always in my way
When Im making hay, all Ive got to say
Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
Well its in my blood and its in my veins
Here it comes again, when Im in the rain
In the wind and rain, well the sun dont shine
Well its always mine, all of the time
Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
And its in my life and its all the time
It doesnt go away when the church bells chime
In the evening time when I drink my wine
In the evening time when its on my mind
Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
Its only melancholia
Oh melancholia, oh melancholia, oh melancholia, oh melancholia
Melancholia, melancholia
They call it, call it melancholia, call it melancholia, call it melancholia, call it melancholia
Call it melancholia, melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Melancholia
the history of melancholia
includes all of us.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
quote by Graham Greene
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible, worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.
quote by David O. Selznick
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Melancholia
My coffees cold, my papers old,
My heart is sold to melancholia,
My clothes are torn, my shoes are worn,
My heart is born to melancholia.
A strange surprise, what I despise in other guys is here in me,
They lose their girl, they lose their world,
And then they cry for all to see,
Ive never felt so bad, the fires drive me mad.
The sheets are gray, left since the day she went away, I lost all power,
The dust is thick, the dog is sick, the kids have picked most of the flowers.
The sun is shining, but not for me,
The sun is shining, but not for me.
Ive never felt so bad, the fires drive me mad.
The sheets are gray, left since the day she went away, I lost all power,
The dog is sick, the dust is thick, the kids have picked most of the flowers.
song performed by by Who
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Invisible Moon
Like some mad
bespoken
melancholia
that fits me
like a glove
on a stormy night
howling
at the invisible moon.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Maybe it's just my own chronic morbidity and melancholia, but I really do think about it a great deal and quite often in the small hours of the night when, it is said, the greatest numbers of people die.
quote by Brian Sibley
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Melancholia
Kirsten Dunst, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Kiefer Sutherland, Charlotte Rampling, John Hurt, Alexander Skarsgard, Stellan Skarsgard, Brady Corbet, Udo Kier
by Lars von Trier from Melancholia (2011)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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October Song
When October comes
With its misty melancholia.
And trees of their leaves undress
In the cooling air.
When autumn chill settles;
A trickling stream into my bones.
When late roses lose their petals
And winters but a step away.
Then I think of you,
Who would never another winter see
Nor the first spring flowers
Or Feel summers warmth where you lie
For it does not penetrate that deep.
P H Brookes Copyright 2011
poem by Paul Brookes
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Unfinished Poem
In this unfinished poem
your empty stares
still lingers to pillage
every mellifluous words
and the superfluous revelries
malingered on its way
to be spewed and
to pierce the veil
And the memories,
they osculate to brew
the bitterness that shall
wear out the young bones
that remember every shudder
of your melancholia
The persiennes remained
shut down and afraid
and I can never pull them up;
this will be the crowded room
where the tarantula
feeds on itself
poem by Norman Santos
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Depression is a state of mind
Depression is a state of mind, but I have consumed so much it is no longer a state of mind but reality in my mind.
I try to escape but there is no place for me to escape, I am being stalked by unbearable thoughts of my faults on my way to an unknown walk.
Consistency of unpredictability springs jumps to unreachable heights to place me at this misery, reality hits hard kills me tears me apart, disruption of life’s little parts of life.
My heart pounds in uncontrollable speeds I am in need of these, these pain consuming pills that kills freely, I’m in need to feel free indeed. But feeling free is neither for me nor we you see.
The disturbing features I produce that govern my whole being is not meant to be seen by the naked eye oh but my It will be introduced, soon.
My whole life Is made out of disappointments, I’m never in that moment, I lose courage to carry on I’m mentally switched off, the lights are turned off. I go off soon before I recall what is to be told, I’m cold, I talk slow to grasp the flow of my words, my utterance is off balance, my whole heart is abandoned.
I’m not human, my way of living is accurately out of character, and I smile for show so people won’t know what goes on behind those closed doors of lost hope, it’s all wrong.
I pray that one day I shall awake from this mind consuming depression state of mind truly unkind, cause my life’s extensions are non functional, I am in fear of going mental…
Creativity is crucial, my thoughts brutal, my life dysfunctional, Hope Seasonal, holding on not optional…
poem by Thato Maluleka
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The Quizzical Heart of a Lover
Hear oh, hear oh, my dear lover;
your inner self speaks,
Hear my voice, hear me yell,
For i am distinct in you;
Your inner self can see you no more in quizzicalness.
Your inner self can see you no more incarcerated,
why do you choose to live mystically,
Don't you see how in supplication you live,
Yet you beseech when they don't hear,
Oh dear brother, I am your inner self,
You are besieged by this bewildered love,
Free yourself from the chains of bereft,
For I saw you waited too long,
For I saw you awake, countless nights, desolated.
Don't you see those lying eyes,
Why do you mortify oneself,
I can see no more dear brother,
Break away from these bondage,
For what seen is not love,
The path you walk deceives;
In a state of melancholia, dejected are you.
For you once loved and left, downcast,
Yet chose to be back again,
Dear brother, how i know uncorrupt is your love for her,
Yet she disgraces this love,
Don't you see it my dear brother,
Don't you see how concealed you are in it,
For I heard greatness of love,
But this I see is not love,
It engulfs, Placing you in a place of infinity of no return.
Dear brother stonewalled you are,
Why do you choose to break forth those walls,
Just to embrace cruel sadism,
Why do you not hear me,
Your love is great and pure,
Yet wrong headed, Turn back, hear my yell.
For if it was love,
No matter how long you waited,
I would not wail in pain,
I'am your second sight,
I shed tears to see you confound,
Cause in wilderness I see you cry,
Love never is cageful,
Imprison yourself no more,
Come back, oh dear brother,
For there is a love divine,
Godsend, awaiting in a yonder,
To embrace you forevermore.
Cry no more brother,
oh the quizzical heart of a lover.
poem by Sukkum Chang
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Depression is a world
Depression is a world
Depression leaves you lost
Depression drops you into a never ending black hole
You want to get help
But you can't
When you do
You wish you didn't
Depression leaves you numb
With fear
Depression leaves you no hope
No ambition
Nothing to look forward to
Tears well in your eyes
Depression leaks out
Out into the open
poem by Ferret Girl
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Depression.....
Depression is the looks that lie
Depression is the tears I cry..
Depression is the mistakes
that one person makes..
Depression is the sad song
where no one sings along
Depression is where I have no friends
Depression is the cut that mends..
Depression…
Just a feeling that gets everyone sad
And maybe to the point where you go mad
But depression is sad but true..
Because it is my life without you…
poem by Bianca Martinez
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Depression 3
depression is the looks that lie
depression is the tears i cry..
depression is the mistakes
that one person makes..
depression is the sad song
where no one sings along
depression is where i have no friends
depression is the cut that mends..
depression…
just a feeling that gets everyone sad
and maybe to the point where you go mad
but depression is sad but true..
because it is my life without you…
poem by Tashi Coote
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Musings over a Morose Morning
Awakened from a sleepless night,
Grief-stricken sunflowers shun away the morning light
The sweet song of the cuckoo is heard no more
The eerie silence sounds like the shrieks of a whore
The depressions on the crags have deepened
Distances between bipolar cliffs widened
The fast arrived spring has beckoned the fall
The proximal mountain appears farther and unreachably tall.
Pensive, perturbed clouds glooming in melancholia,
Recollecting the maddening mists of euphoria.
A growing sense of isolation and vacuity
The valley awaits the restoration of inner peace and tranquility
poem by Supriya Choudary
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Phantom Bride
She was a shy girl from the lonely street
She had no job to do and no friends to meet
Shed sit in silence in her rented room
Dream of her childhood and invented truths
And in her mind shed drift away
A secret place to steal away
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
He was a good boy from the upside of town
Said her could treat her right said he could win her round
Her morning sickness and the kick inside
The phantom kisses of the phantom bride
And in her mind shed drift away
A secret place to steal away
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
And in her mind shed drift away
A secret place to steal away
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
No more lies
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears from your eyes
Dont you cry, dont you cry
Let me wipe away the tears
Let me wipe away the tears
song performed by by Erasure
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Depression Is
depression is my life without you,
depression is the darkness taking over the light,
depression is the thoughts of suicide
depression is isolation from the outside world
depression is where no one loves me
depression is where i have no friends
depression is where everyone looks at me and rolls there eyes
depression is.......
poem by Tashi Coote
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Amusement Of A Tortured Soul
Shadows walk among the living
in their own little sections
of solitude and depression.
Silent floating specters.
And I walk with them.
For their state of being
is easy to fall into
and make your own.
Dark and silent,
we bring the cold lurking depression
that flows from us so easily.
We have so much of it to offer.
So shall you partake in this game willingly,
or will it be thrust upon you?
Perhaps when you're sleeping,
or maybe when your guard is down
our misty fog shall creep
into the cracks and crevices
of your mind
until it is filled with it.
Some minds are easier then others,
easily taken, easily controlled.
Depression takes everything
Devours it whole
Like a firestorm on a rampage
Consuming your soul
It dashes your hopes
And crushes your dreams
All for the amusement
Of this cruel disease
poem by Keegan Bourke
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Usual Questions 2
the old places of the heart
have grown the trees of
guilt, its roots spread in my
bones
the fungus of nerves
are consuming my flesh
sad consequences now
for which i am left without choice
but take them all
slowly
i vomit them and you see
how i suffer
must you be happy by now?
how cruel too are those vines
of your revenge
choking the visions of your
eyes
green with anger
your tongues on fire
too consuming your hair
and body
who wins? the ashes on my feet?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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