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Ubiquitous Being

I look at a slice of sky and weather
from the window of my sick room
tethered to the bed by depression.

Time has come. Somebody will lay me open.
Must I suffer with deep holes in buried mind
where tears have drenched the folds?
Everyday I burned my fingers in a
blast solely to test the truth, and for
reading the verse, rubbed my eyes with a
dream.

An imperfect wave struck at the legs,
wavered me for a minute and then washed away.
Sitting within tragedy rise a song, I
understand its fugitive moans, watch
the face, I am not a martyr but
an ubiquitous being.

poem by Satish Verma
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Depression Is A Disease

Depression is a disease like that of HIV.
It starts as something small,
Something that you can control.
If you never tell?
If no one ever sees?
If no one ever knows?
If no one ever tells?
The minute hand is ticking.
Your time is being counted.
Then all of a sudden
It hit you from nowhere.
Just like HIV becomes aids
As the time passes.
Depression,
Depression soon becomes
A suicidal tragedy.
It spreads
It spreads
You hear the sounds
Of screams for help.
Taste the stories in the tears
Able to see how much pain
There is inside
By the number of scars,
The amount of blood,
And how deep the cuts are.
The answers are their
But your eyes are closed
Your heart is closed
Your mind is in denial.

poem by Jessica Hernandez
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A Note of Sorrow

I give up,
I'm sick of this shit.
Wandering lost,
Spending life in the pits.

Consider this a premonition,
A forewarning of sorts.
This is my resignation,
I'm sick of the hurt.

Sick of running,
Sick of trying to hide.
Sick of the assholes,
And the demons inside.
Sick of the fights,
Why do I try?
Sick of the sorrow,
I wish I could fly.

I'm so sick of love,
Hell it never lasts.
So sick of crying,
Wish i could forget my past.
Sick of the future,
It always goes wrong.
Sick of the anger,
I sing a sad song.

Why do I try?
When I always lose.
Why do I bother?
I don't want to choose.
Why do I fight?
I can hardly stand.
Why do I show?
I've got no fans.

Every time I love,
I seem to lose.
Every time I hate,
I receive a new bruise.
Every time I try to walk,
I'm forced to crawl.
Every time I smile,
I tend to fall.

I'm dead inside,
Just an empty shell.
Burn me alive,
I'm already in hell.
Don't cry for me,
There isn't a reason.
You'll forget about me,
At the turn of the season.

I watch this blade,
Slice across my skin.
I feel no pain,
Though I'm bleeding within.
The end is near,
I feel it coming,
I'm on the path,
And I'm running.

I watch my life,
Pass before my eyes,
I'll be gone,
By sunrise.
I've waited so long,
For this day to come.
I've fought it so long,
I can no longer run.

I've lost my mind,
Hell I've lost it all.
I'm done shedding tears,
You can watch me fall.
Now I'm bleeding,
My wounds are deep.
Soon I'll be sleeping,
Sleeping so deep.

I recall my scars,
Some shallow some steep.
Each with a memory,
Too many to keep.
I cover my heart,
Too broken to heal.
So much for love,
Too much to deal.

The light is fading,
Down into black.
Cut to the bone,
Its like theres a blade in my back.

So here it is,
This is my last breathe.
Looks like once again,
I've failed the test.
I'm passing away,
To where I don't know.
I'm passing away,
I'm so ready to go.

poem by Cody Osterberg
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Why Haven't You Called

I wait hour by hour
Minute by minute
Second by second
To hear the sound of ringing
I yearn to hear your voice
Only yours
Do you like to see me suffer?
Do you even know I suffer
I suffer so bad I want to gauge my eyes
I suffer so bad I want to slit my wrist in front of your eyes
I’m sick and tired if waiting by the phone just for you
I’m sick of seeing your pictures and not being able to touch you
I have to see you
I have to talk to you
Why haven’t you called?

poem by Brytanne Lee
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Depression Is

Depression is when your sad and alone

Depression is when you can't do it anymore

Depression is when all you do is cry non stop and no one cares

Depression is when all you think about is ending your life and giving up

Depression is a life full of hell and heartache

Depression is not a good way to live but when you deal with it all your life like I do it just makes your life miserable and a hell hole

Depression makes you want to cut up your arms, legs, and whole body and watch the blood pour out to make it feel good in life

Everything I go through since I was born makes me have depression and only gets worse as life goes on

Sometimes I get so sick of the depression it just makes me want to end it all and wonder if i'm better off dead

In general depression will never go away, you'll have it all your life regardless

poem by Krystal Shearer
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Weather Be Good Weather Be Bad

as i look out the window
i see the sun rise
before my very eyes
i feel its warmth & power upon my face

as i look out the window
i see the rain fall
before my very eyes
i feel its cool calming effect on my soul

as i look out the window
i see the snow fall
before my very eyes
i feel that cold bitterness on my skin

as i look out the window
i see the trees sway
before my very eyes
i feel the love it offers surround me

as i look out the window
i relise that
weather be good, weather be bad
i'm alive

poem by Faye Burford
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Because Of God

Because of God
The sun will
Always shine
Everyday
And that is true
Because of God
I have some tears in
My eyes
Because of God
There will always
Be light
And I will never walk
In the dark
Because of God
My eyes healed
After he put some
Eye drops into them
When they burned
From the air pollution
My vision was gone
I couldn't see.
Because of God
I have learned to enjoy every minute of my life
- I am living each day
Because of God
I am smiling everyday

poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Same Old You

Yeah I remember you back in 72
With your david bowie hair and your platform shoes
A part-time job, sellin fast food
But out on the street you were nobodys fool
Baby way down deep its the same old you
Way down deep you aint hiding the truth
Just for a minute you had me fooled
Baby way down deep its the same old you
Well you can walk through the city on fire
You can try and turn away from the truth
Living life like a young politician
Sure of yourself and bullet-proof
But baby,
Way down deep its the same old you
Way down deep you aint hiding the truth
Just for a minute you had me confused
Baby way down deep its the same old you
We could buy a 62 cadillac
Put a fender amplifier in the back
Drive straight to the heart of america
Turn up to ten, let that sucker blast
Baby way down deep its the same old you
Way down deep you aint hiding the truth
Just for a minute you had me fooled
Baby way down deep its the same old you

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Hour Glass Man

Make the grade and fail the class
take the test and do your best
watch you burn you life away
buried in the hourglass

you can open up your mind

everybody's teaching you
trying to tell you what to do
if you listen you will find
that you can open up your mind
you can open up your mind

and I just can't wait for another day
and I can't sleep cause I'm to afraid
and I don't know where I'm gawn end up next

the hourglass man
has gone away
the hourglass man he's in the sand he's in the sand yeah
the hourglass man is buried in the hourglass

song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd from Abrasive
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Dream Of The Unknown

I dream of mostly nothing,
A deep black emptiness in space of infinate time.
But there is no time, there is nothing.
I see nothing, I touch nothing.
Am I even here? Do I exist? Where am I?
I'm not anywhere, just darkness all around.

I don't hear anything at all. I don't smell anything.
What kind of dream is this? This dream of the unknown.
It is not a dream. I'm not here, I am nothing.
Dreams are filled with things beyond imagination,
Filled with good things and bad things, but not this.
I am not happy nor am I sad...But I am scared.

Why am I scared? There is nothing here.
I am trembling but I don't feel a thing.
I'm not here, I am nothing just like this darkness.
But I am in fear in this dream of the unknown.
If it's a dream at all. Am I dead? Is that my fear?
If I'm dead, where is the afterlife? Were they right?

I see nothing, I feel nothing, I am nothing.
Fear is the only thing I know in this dream.
But why? If nothing is wrong, why is everything dark?
Why can't I dream? Why am I nothing with nothing around?
No time, no feeling, no sense. Just nothing.
Lost in this forsaken world, this dream of the unknown.

Suddenly, I'm crying. I feel tears stream down my face.
I feel my heart racing. I hear myself choke back cries.
But everything is still dark, everything is still nothing.
I don't understand. What is happening to me?
My eyes open, I'm in my bed. Face buried in my pillow.
I am still crying, I am still scared...I don't know why.

poem by Adam McKim
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Open Your Eyes

Lately,
I'm not quite myself.
Maybe,
I do need some help.
Just my confusion,
Trust my delusion.
Don't you,
Regret you met me.
Go through,
These steps to get me,
Back to where we start,
'Fore I fall apart.
If I could black out,
It'd become so clear,
Standing face-to-face with everything I fear.
Watch so closely,
but still I don't see.
As bad as it seems,
a piece of mind I steal,
An ordinary life,
But consequences real.
I'm past the point of reality.
This isn't me,
This isn't you,
When it's just everything we do.
Till you open up your eyes,
and understand this isn't real.
This isn't me,
This isn't you,
This is everything but true,
Till we come to realize,
It's what we put each other through.
It's like a bad dream,
Coming all so true,
Leaving me with nothing else left to do.
Now so helpless,
I'm not so selfish.
Tell me,
How does it feel to have a face like that,
How does it feel to be replaced like that.
Now so faceless,
Do you still feel?
This isn't me,
This isn't you,
When it's just everything we do.
Till you open up your eyes,
and understand this isn't real.
This isn't me,
This isn't you,
This is everything but true,
Till we come to realize,
It's what we put each other through.
It's hard to believe right now,
This seems to be real.
Still phasing by this time,
So why can't I wake up.
This isn't me,
This isn't you,
When it's just everything we do.
Till you open up your eyes,
and understand this isn't real.
This isn't me,
This isn't you,
This is everything but true,
Till we come to realize,
It's what we put each other through.

song performed by by Sum 41
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Youre Gonna Get Your Fingers Burned

(lead vocal - lenny zakatek)
Watch me closely catch my eye
If you do I beg you to remind me
Who is stronger who is weak of those who seek
And dont know where to find me
Ask me why, I dont know
You ask me why and I say
Now you see me now you dont
I thourght by now youd learned
Youre gonna get your fingers burned
Watch me closely understand
That what you see is only an illusion
If Im wrong and you are right
Then I will light your darkness with confusion
Ask me why I dont know
You ask me why and I say
Chances are youre playing with fire
I thought by now youd learned
Youre gonna get your fingers burned
Watch me closely be aware
That all I do is only to suprise you
Every move is sleight of hand
And every word is planned to mystify you
You ask me why I dont know
You ask me why and I say
Dont get fooled a second time
I thought by now youd understand
Youre gonna get your fingers burned

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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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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Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that cant answer him back
Im sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless its to say
That he needs you to test his inventions.
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it wont ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it.
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it wont ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning.
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it wont ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The dove of truth

The dove of truth is sitting in our garden
Our gaze inside the room
Light and truth just outside our window
Our eyes see only gloom

The dove of truth is making dovely sounds
Our ears like better beat and drum
Love and truth just outside our window
But our ears are deaf for them

The dove of truth is still sitting in our garden
Her message clearly there
Love and light just outside our window
But our egos would not care

If just our ego could be silenced
The dove of truth is never far away
Truth, light and love is all around,
Our soul will pray.

poem by Aufie Zophy
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My fight for my life!

My Eyes Are Heavy,
Full Of Sleep,
My Tears Twinkle,
When I Weep,
My Face Is Pale,
My Lips Are Blue,
My Obsession With Depression,
Has Taken Hold,
My Addiction To Self Infliction,
Is Getting Worse,
I Watch My Blood Role Down The Drain,
I Feel Relive In My Pain,
I Hate This Life,
As I Carved This Word Into My Arm
With A Knife,
Once Again My Worries Fade,
And I Dream Of a Better Day,
So Here I Am,
Half One In The Morn,
Fourteen Years And To Many Tears,
Already The Depression Has Taken Hold,
Fourteen Years,
Not Many Stories To Be Told,
But The Depression Has the Hold.

poem by Anna Reeves
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It's all taken hold of me

My eyes are heavy
full of sleep
my tears twinkle
when i weep
my face is pale
my lips are blue
i am who i am
i just wish i were you

my obsession with depression
has taken its hold
my addiction to self infliction
has taken its toll
i watch my blood trickle down the drain
i feel relieved from my pain
i hate my life
carved into my arm with a knife
once again my worries wouldnt fade away
and i dream one day will be a better day
so here i am
half one in the morning
25 years and far too many tears
and already depression has taken its hold
25 years
not many stories to be told
i think its fair to say
its time for my hand to fold.

poem by Ian Humphreys
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To fulfill my heart’s desire

I was looking
From the window of my room
When I saw her in a beautiful costume
Walking slowly on the road below
She was full of grace and poise
I liked her in first sight
Her beauty struck me, deep in my heart
My eyes remained wide open
By the time I regained my senses
Found her missing from the scene
I stood on the road daily for hours
To meet her face to face
Wanting to tell
How I felt about her?
But she was never to be seen again
I Came to know after many days
She was a tourist
Who came for a day?
Throughout the country now I travel
To fulfill my heart’s desire

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Epileptic Truth

When I touched your pshyche,
my completeness wavered.
In the empty words
and hollow thoughts.
The road to my dream house burned.
I longed to meet my flame.

You were listening to declaration of truth.
It was a refuge,
there was no evidence
of any movement of humanity.
My soft mind took the imprint
of golden spaces between
the dark alleys of earth.
The skeletons of history remained unclaimed.

Remembering your trust
My attachment floats. Anxiety
of seeking. The dust smears
the face of epileptic truth.
The clogged arteries of mundane heart twitch.
There wasn’t room for sentiments.
Moment to moment I travelled
to break the silence in vain.