Ominous Silence
Is silence ominous
or just an indication
of boredom, feeling
fed up with life
Open-plan office, only
accompaniment a text
on corruption, Strauss
in my earphones
No warm camaraderie
to fill emotional spaces
‘tis where unlovability
comes in
I cannot feign interest
I admit, ate too much
bread this weekend
chemical depression
Can only be overcome
by adrenaline: surprise,
anger, amusement or
a challenge
Would work - but how
does one get hold of
such things…
Monday morning 13/02/2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Weekend Song
Monday morning is not monday morning
'till taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not friday night
'till jesse leaves the room sweaty
Tuesday morning is not tuesday morning
'till nick has his talk with his son
Thursday night is not thursday night
'till chris has sex with his bass
Come on to the weekend
'cause the weekend i'll get high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there's too much time to think
And there will be nice skies
Tuesday morning is wednesday afternoon
When you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into work
All caught up in the day by day
Thursday morning is not thursday morning
'till (alanis???) says how's your life
How's your life?
Yeah how's your life
How's your life?
Come on to the weekend
'cause the weekend i'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there's too much time to think and not much time to cry
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend we'll be high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there'll be no time but we'll get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shares their humble appearance
What there were no consequences
What if there were no more arguments
Well that'd be a shame
Wouldn't that be impossible
And you would be bored
'cause you wouldn't want it a little too late...
Hold on 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend i'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the man upstairs has the really nice skies
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend i'll get high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause we may look strange but we surely will get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if we all had no thinking together
Wouldn't that be a shame...
Wouldn't that be impossible
And you would be bored
'cause you wouldn't want it any other way...
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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I Don't Know
Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room sweaty
Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'till Nick has his talk with his son
Thursday night is not Thursday night 'till Chris has sex with his bass
Come on to the Weekend
'Cause the Weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the Weekend
'Cause there's too much time bein' merrily nice guys
Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into what I'll Phil-a-del-ph-i-a
Thursday morning is not Thursday morning 'till one of us says
How's your life
How's your life?
Yeah how's your life
How's your life?
Come on to the weekend
'Cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause there's too much time to think and not much time to cry
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause the weekend we'll be high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause we may look tired, but we'll get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shared their humble appearance
What there were no consequences
What if there were no more arguments
Well that'd be a shame
And that'd be impossible
And you would be bored
'Cause you wouldn't want it any other way
Hold on 'till the weekend
'Cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause we may look scared, but we're really nice guys
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause the weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause we may look strange but we surely will get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if we all had no thinking together
Would that be a shame...
And that'd be impossible
'Cause you would be bored
'Cause you wouldn't want it any other way
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Boredom
Monotonous moments
numb my brain,
causing an inspiration
and emotional drain.
There must be better
things to come
that will replace
this horrendous boredom.
An exciting challenge
that’s so sublime.
An adrenaline rush
to blow my mind.
Perhaps I should change
my life’s fated path.
Do the unexpected;
cry instead of laugh.
Go out into the world,
see inspirational sights.
Live life to the full,
with its delights.
If only it was as easy,
as I surmised…
my fortitude goes
when I open my eyes.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Silent Weekend
by Bob Dylan
Silent weekend,
My baby she gave it to me
Silent weekend,
My baby she gave it to me.
She's actin' tough and hardy
She says it ain't my party
And she's leavin' me in misery.
Silent weekend,
My baby she took me by surprise.
Silent weekend,
My baby she took me by surprise.
She's rockin' and a-reelin'
Head up to ceiling
An' swinging with some other guys.
Silent weekend,
Oh Lord, I wish Monday would come.
Silent weekend,
Oh Lord, I sure wish Monday would come.
She's uppity, she's rollin',
She's in the groove, she's strolling
Over to the jukebox playin' deaf and dumb.
Well, I done a whole lotta thinkin' 'bout a whole lot of cheatin',
And I, maybe I did some just to please.
But I just walloped a lotta pizza after makin' our peace,
Puts ya down on bended knees.
Silent weekend,
Man alive, I'm burnin' up on my brain.
Silent weekend,
Man alive, I'm burnin' up on my brain.
She knows when I'm just teasin'
But it's not likely in the season
To open up a passenger train.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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A Benchmark Shock
Today a benchmark shock in self-discovery
a colleague explained she read everything
on a subject she does not understand when
she has to translate a new text on it - feeling
terribly guilty I realised I cannot force myself
to do that, trying to overcome violent distaste
in anything that holds no appeal simply ends
in me being ill
I should have become a nun with my interest
in spiritual matters, by this time I would have
been feeling totally sinful, dead or locked up
in a hospital for the mentally ill, thus the world
would have been spared my presence and I
would have been enjoying my justly earned
suffering for multiple shortcomings - now I
am an anchor, a provider
Sending kids to college, gathering for pension
funds, I may not admit how much I detest trying
to do things in which I cannot excel - lacking the
emotional stability to do things for financial in-
crease - only able to survive in between texts
by reading fairytales and enacting them in my
life - if it were possible to volunteer for early
death due to guilt feelings
I would have been the first one on the list
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Every Friday
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
Every Friday I look like a shit,
I loooooooook like a shit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
But every Monday I am like a horn,
I aaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooorn.
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
I work in the office of intercom,
Of iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinter cooooooom.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
And every Tuesday I am like a horn,
On Wednesday and Tuesday I am a horn,
I aaaaaaaaaaaam like a hoooooooooooorn.
On every Friday I look like a shit,
My salary is more now a little bit.
But every Monday I am like a horn,
It looks as on Sunday I was born.
On Friday morning I am so glad
That by the evening I’ll look like a fad
Or may be like a dirty pig
Trying the ground to dig, dig, dig.
But…every Monday I am like a horn,
On certain Sunday I was born,
And every Friday I am like a shit.
My life is better........, a little bit.
More or less
It was my sincere confess.
Lol, lol, lol and loooooooool.
On every Friday there is no control.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
March 16th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Stuck In Limbo (Revised)
An early office arrival, inbox empty, no-one to
defuse my early morning grumpiness, no texts
to target my grudge on life against, forced to direct
displeasure at inane 7: 25 am animation in myself,
nursing a headache, feeling useless
Still in a state of shock replaying my daughter’s
flagrant driving this weekend in my head, lost on
how to solve existential conundrums or fete time
meaningfully when life seems so pointless in being
devoid of boring mountains of words
Filling emptiness with fury and anger, focusing my
mind on other people’s problems stated in dead-
end sentences – preferable to living a non-life in
office necromancy, twiddling my thumbs until
desultory but distracting documents arrive
Reality does not exert pressure on me, create a
need to escape, I am stuck in limbo, no idea how to
solve this strange challenge – existence without
challenge or pressure seems utter waste, I must
create my own reality, but where shall I begin?
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Ultimate Denial
Depression is being tired, when you're never able to sleep
Depression is pity, when you hate other's sympathy
Depression is longing for more, when you never acknowlede what's already there
Depression is the feeling of self-hatred, when the arrogance is concurrently overwhelming
Depression is the repugnance of emotional discomfort, when a sanctuary for physical affliction exists
Depression is loathing at your own success, when the ones around you prosper
Depression is perfectionism, when you could care less about anything else
Depression is the rock that you choose to constantly trip over, when all you have to do is move around it...
Depression is the ultimate cost of denial, when the truth is too much to handle
Emptiness of Words
On morning walk, I raise my eyes up,
Not like King David to the mountains,
But to purple flowers, the Pride of India
Queen’s flowers, blossoming bunches out
This hot April summer on Bandra pavement.
I look further up, sky is blue unusually!
Filled with many pieces of clouds
In different shapes and sizes;
To describe cannot go beyond
Squares, circles, triangles, rectangles etc
As if all shapes are governed by angles alone.
What about angels of irregular sponges,
Candyfloss shot through with morning silver,
Evolving like forms of life vibrant, joyful?
In this hot summer April month alone,
More than a billion Indians feel anger
And each Indian a thousand times:
Yet anger is the only available word!
Was your ‘anger’ last Monday morning
Same as of others or yours on weekend?
Like in Heart Sutra of the Buddha
Form is empty: so also, says he, feeling,
Perception, impulse, and consciousness.
Here anger is followed by other words!
poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
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Emotional
She was looking right through me like I was made out of glass
a la la la la la
Heaven, lie and tell, comes back like up at a check
Why do you get so emotional?
Why do you get so emotional?
Why do you get
Smokin' and drinkin', tryin' to kick stuff Monday night
Smokin' and drinkin', tryin' to kick start Monday night
I try and I try
A sneaky feeling is coming over me
Why do you get so emotional?
Why do you get so emotional?
Why do you get so emotional?
Why do you get so emotional?
She said
song performed by by Fastball
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Weekend Warrior
The rebel of yesterday tomorrows fool
Who are you kidding being that cool?
Trying to break away from runnung with the pack
But they aint listening so youve gotta go back
Youre a wekkend warrior when youre one of the crowd
But its over, just look at you now...
Youre not so brave the way you behave
It makes you sick gotta get out quick
Its all bravado when youre out with your mates
Its like a different perso goes through those gates
As the game begins the adrenalins high
Feel the tension, maybe someone will die...
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you aint that way anymore
Youve gotta get out gotta get away
But youre in with a clique its not easy to stray
Youve gotta admit youre just living a lie
It didnt take long to work out why
Its hard to say why you got involved
Just wanting to be part, just wanting to belong...
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you aint that way anymore
Some of the things that youve done you feel so ashamed
After all its only a game... isnt it?
And after all the adrenalins gone
What you gonna do on monday?
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you were never like that at all
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Dealing With Depression
Depression is being lonely in a room full of people
Depression is being constantly tired but never able to sleep
Depression is longing to be with others yet not being able to cope with company
Depression makes you lose your appetite and eat yourself fat
Depression is smiling to hide the pain inside
Depression is when the soul dies but the body keeps on living
Depression is forgetting who you used to be
Depression is not knowing if you could survive without it
Depression is being sad when nothing is wrong
Depression is not caring whether you live or die
Depression is having no interest in the things you used to love
Depression is lying awake for hours in bed at night contemplating the best way to kill yourself only to realise that you can’t be bothered.
poem by Ricky Baker
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Suffocation
The jolted anger that never bursts
The mind that is crippled by fears,
The agony in the form of tears,
The revenge that in the mind lingers.
In neglected spaces
The mind is dipped in tension,
Always depression, depression and depression!
Those unheard cries,
Of falsehood, entanglements, bondage and ties.
Where love is murdered,
And unity surrendered,
Where frankness is shattered,
And aims, ambitions and aspirations plastered.
In neglected spaces
Life becomes a knife,
Pain, melancholy and bitter tears to wipe,
Life is a marvellous pilgrimage,
It is a mirror and reflects your own image.
poem by Green Peace
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Depression is Anger without Enthusiasm
I read this quote
“Depression is anger without enthusiasm.”
I don’t believe that for a second,
I think depression is loneliness,
Feeling so lonely inside
Even if the world surrounds you
And knowing you cant blame anyone but yourself
But that’s just me.
And even worse
When the people you’d think know you best,
Don’t even notice.
Depression to me is
An overwhelming feeling
of defeat
Feeling that somehow,
In a game, you verses life
You lose
And there is no
Double or nothing
Or a such thing as re-do’s
Some of us accept it
And try other strategies
Others are left
Only to dwell
On what tactics they could have changed.
poem by Simply Here
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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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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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Monday Monday
Monday, Monday
So good to me.
Monday, Monday
It was all I hoped it would be.
Oh Monday morning
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening
You would still be here with me.
Monday, Monday
Can't trust that day.
Monday, Monday
Sometimes it just turns out that way.
On Monday morning
You gave me no warning
Of what was to be.
On Monday, Monday
How could you leave
And not take me?
Every other day
Every other day
Every other day
Of the week is fine, yeah.
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying
All of the time.
Monday, Monday
So good to me.
Monday, Monday
It was all I hoped it would be.
Oh Monday morning,
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening
You would still be here with me.
Every other day
Every other day
Every other day
Of the week is fine, yeah.
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying
All of the time.
Monday, Monday,
Can't trust that day.
Monday, Monday,
Just turns out that way.
Oh, Monday, Monday,
Don't go away.
Oh, Monday, Monday
It's here to stay
Monday, Monday
Oh, don't go away
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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My Chemical Romance
My Chemical Romance
By Shawn Cline
It was a Romance with no feelings for me or others.
It was a time that my Romance took my life from me.
It was the beginning of the end of my life.
No hopes no dreams just space and emptiness.
My Romance had no heart nor love, for they were locked within my deepest soul.
The chains that held me down were from my own doings that I did not want to face.
Life itself was my enemy, which I fought to the very end of my romance.
My Chemical Romans was my only love, friend and assurance to make me better.
I did not want to ask for help because I knew that someone would tell me the truth.
My Chemical Romans was sucking the very life from me, my friend that I trust.
I pray one day My Chemical Romance can be put away for good;
And I can live my life without pain, blame, denial, depression, anger, fear and shame
Just to have one day to be me, confident in My Romance for Life and Dreams
But it may be too late for me, because I am a weak soul lost for today…..
poem by Shawn Cline
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Non-Existent Nonentity
Folded up reality, pressed thin to fit
on one page in my diary, all twenty
dimensions or however many String
Theory postulates - safely tucked
away and only the text in front of me
exists because today I am a totally
non-existent nonentity, my mind is
grey and no amount of colour in the
office, no amount of words, no notes
sounding in song, can fill the gaping
emptiness where hope once lived
let me pick up my cross of boredom
and be bored some more, tomorrow
I might feel different, if not, at least
the red-hot flames people's anger
at my being delinquent will replace
the greyness with lively pain…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Snowboard
You are one of them,
you want to go downhill as fast as you can
Going towards
a hill that's gonna take you in the air
and touch the sky
Feeling great
Adrenaline
In this world you must be crazy
There is a chance
that you will break
every bone in your body
In this world you can't be lazy
There is too much action going on
At all times you must be strong
Come,
go with us,
through the snow
Going faster than the others
Come,
go with us
To the world
of adrenaline
In this world the valleys and the mountains
are covered with snow
That's why we'll have to go to
the top of the hill
And enjoy the silence
before the snowslide
Before we begin our yourney
Come,
go with us,
through the snow
Going faster than the others
Come,
go with us
To the world
of adrenaline
The sun goes under
You haven't noticed you've been out all day
But you feel happy,
because this is what you wanna do
the rest of your life
Have no fear
Adrenaline
song performed by by Undeclinable Ambuscade
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