How To Come Out Of Depression?
The day the lightning struck my brain,
I could still remember the flashes in the mind,
The ground opened up for me to faint,
The thirst constricted the throat to find,
The water to drink and from the eyes,
The excruciating pain in the middle,
Of the head and the left of the chest,
The vivid memories of events that hid,
Replayed, rewound, replayed without rest,
The episode of maniac depression,
Germinated to a small plant,
I looked normal except my mind,
A word could take me to that playground,
Where I was bullied and beaten up,
An incident could draw the curtain,
For me to view the scene, one after another,
Before I entered the tunnel of depression,
I did have the feelings similar to the first event,
Memories danced mercilessly to captivate,
My feeble mind to think about the negative thoughts,
I was under the spell of this evil for a while,
Then I decided to destroy the evil that destroyed me,
As the psychiatrist wanted 400 ringgit per hour,
To listen and counsel me, the physician hovered,
The witch doctors were ready to chase out the devil in me,
I had decided to treat myself on my own,
I did not take any drugs or weeds to drown,
My fear, that I nurtured deep in my crown,
I involved with interactive activities to use my brain,
Learned a new language, read varieties of books,
I did not give any opportunity for my old memory,
To escape from the prison that I had built,
Though it was not easier to do than to preach,
I managed to evolve as a human,
with the healed wound, almost no scar.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Liquid Depression(1)
I remember those days
Walking around in a haze
Not knowing coming or going
Parties here and parties there all in fun
Then one day the depression begun
Drinking just to get by
Not knowing why
Sometimes I cry
Telling lies to hide the truth
From my own self for sure
Everyone else could see
They all knew it wasn't me
Something just wasn't right
Liquid depression in plain sight
Taking control
Drowning memories day and night
Couldn't stop try as I might
Then one day right out of the blue
I saw the light
She was already gone
Left this town
So a new love I found
The old memories no longer hung around
With no more memories to drown
I laid the bottle down
Freed my mind of liquid depression
Became a new man
No depression of anykind
Could you find in my mind
poem by Frankie Stamey
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I do not want to be sick..
You are not evil,
but you are sick,
when you do it.
You are not potent,
but slowly become impotent,
when you do ti.
You would not destroy the bad feelings,
but destroy your brain cells, when you do it.
Lucky human may escape
from the notoriety of hallucinogens.
Unlucky ones suffer
until become paupers.
Do not do it in secret,
as none see you.
you may feel good,
you may feel strong,
you may dance whole day,
you make love whole night,
but when the day arrives,
to warn you,
to drown you,
to mess up you.
You will be left in pain
you will be left alone.
as no human like to be related
with drug addict like you,
who have misunderstood,
the drugs and substances,
for medicine.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I Remember The Used
I remember the used,
The ones abused,
Beaten to depression,
Tears of pain,
Lost in confusion,
A world black of hate.
Crying tunes of hate,
The minds of the used,
Now filled with confusion,
Their lives abused,
A state of pain,
The chain of depression,
The memories of depression,
The faces of hate,
Weighed down by pain,
Beaten and used,
The ones abused,
lost in confusion.
The label of confusion,
On a plate of depression,
Given to those abused,
The planted seeds of hate,
A bush beaten and used,
The thorns of pain.
An orchestra of pain,
With notes of confusion,
A song called used,
Interments of depression,
Plays tunes of hate,
To those abused.
This me world abused,
My life a world of pain,
Memories of hate,
The smell of confusion,
The darkness of my depression,
A life used.
The path for the used and abused,
Confusion of those in depression,
The hate caused by pain.
poem by Eric Adams
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Devil Woman
Ive had nothing but bad luck
Since the day I saw the cat at my door
So I came into you sweet lady
Answering your mystical call
Crystal ball on the table
Showing the future,the past
Same cat with them evil eyes
And I knew itwas a spell she cast
Shes just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
Shes gonna get you
Shes just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
Shes gonna get you from behind
Give me the ring on your finger
Let me see the lines on your hand
I can see me a tall dark stranger
Giving you what you hadnt planned
I drank the potion she offered me
I found myself on the floor
Then I looked into those big green eyes
And I wondered what Id come there for
Shes just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
Shes gonna get you
Shes just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
Shes gonna get you from behind
If youre out on a moonlit night
Be careful of them neighbourhood strays
Of a lady with long black hair
Tryin to win you with her feminine ways
Crystal ball on the table
Showing the future,the past
Same cat with them evil eyes
Youd better get out of there fast
Shes just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
Shes gonna get you
Shes just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
Shes gonna get you...
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Blurry Lines
Am I imagining this?
My mind sleeps perpetually,
boundaries fuzzy
Memories take place in the
Present tense.
The night's occurances
change their course in a deep slumber,
to distinguish is sometimes
almost always
indistinguishable.
Living while you're awake,
Living with your eyes closed.
Vivid situations
thrive within the tired mind.
Sleepless darkness.
Restless sheets.
Groggy alertness.
Attentive emotions.
Spinning out of control,
Spinning in and out of reality.
Depression fades,
Synthetic happiness numbs and tingles
Every inch.
Depression recedes,
Drugged calmness fails to perform any function.
Depression returns,
I am here, or is life somewhere else?
I can't tell,
My dreams dictate the mechanics of my mind.
poem by Lauren Harvey
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Depressed Vilanelle
They say depression's like exhaustion of the brain
And medication's there to help us cope.
A daily tablet keeps me nearly sane
When life brings sorrow over and again
The mind lacks even energy to mope,
They say depression's like exhaustion of the brain.
All passion and desire go down the drain
Soon followed by enthusiasm, hope,
A daily tablet keeps me nearly sane.
Give up the struggle. What is there to gain?
Recovery becomes a slippery slope.
They say depression's like exhaustion of the brain.
But medication's there to ease the pain,
Reduce the gradient as back to life we grope:
A daily tablet keeps me nearly sane.
So praise the Prozac in sonnet or quatrain.
It keeps a chap from Paraquat or rope.
They say depression's like exhaustion of the brain:
A daily tablet keeps me nearly sane.
poem by Pat Duggan
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Mother Dear
Memories of my childhood keep coming to mind
Such a cruel existence and so unkind
I've gotten past the hurt and the pain
Buried the memories deep down in my brain
Forgave you mother many years ago
When you got sick I loved you so
Never once blamed you for the past
You blamed yourself until the last
You let what happened destroy you
We didn't hold a grudge if only you knew
Just wanted you to let us love you more
But for you that seemed a great chore
Your with the angels now and your mind is free
We love you so, each one of us three
You are on our mind both night and day
We will see you again in heaven I pray
So I bid you goodbye, once more for now
Till I can be with you again I vow!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Evil That Dwells Within
I see faces that walk past me, And a shadow that stands beside me, I see you and the evil sees me.
When I am alone the evil always calls to me, The evil whispers to me but only inside my head, The evil is always around me and influencing my hatred of others.
The evil so frighting that others would flee from it but I find A new view of life with it, When good should envelope me the evil burns it away from me. I have no room for your pathetic lies and excuses this evil inside me is all I need.
It never judges only befriends me, I hate it but I wish to love it, With the evil that dwells within I can do anything and not fear anything or anyone, Speak my mind with decision I have not found my religion. God was never there but the evil that fills me.
I am angry and always seem to be, Only A few are selected to see the good in me, Others will have to deal with the evil that stands beside me, People judged to many times and now my mind is full of hatred, Burning my feelings and spitting on me.
I have never been bullied but people do it visually by glaring at me, Not my popular friends but the ones who don't know me, I hate you and wish to see you feel the evil within me, But I will not release it because it would make A scene.
When my time is right and Satan depicts and calls back the evil within me, Than I will be free. I am to young to live this way but feel I need to be to teach me a lesson, By doing it carefully. My friends Don't know the way I view things because I hide it like I have hid everything, I am close to them but still the evil seems to follow me.
Some days are worse when the evil influences everyone around me and they seem to turn it all on me, they can't contain my evil like I can contain it, The evil is powerful but not more powerful than me, But the evil can change my mood faster than a bullet can kill an enemy.
My mood changes and all I see is Red and Blasphemy, Go into a dark fit that is inside me, Brings up my anger and hatred that I feel towards others. Can't stop the anger from rising but it is all I can do to strive and fight the feelings inside me.
I gain control and the evil will never take hold, It follows me and is the shadow beside me.
poem by Connor Whyte
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Liquid Depression (3)
I'm no exception
I'm owned by the liquid depression
Most people don't know
When I played my part
I couldn't depart
Broken hearted
That's when I started
Down the wrong path
I headed and never dreaded
The liquid depression
That kept me sane in this game
I would drink Jack until
I couldn't remember my name
I know it may drive me insane
Before I'm through playing this game
The liquid depression is like a thirst quencher for my soul
You know the memories I have to control
Liquid depression is my only hope for peace within
I can't control the thirst in my soul or the sin
I know it's a game I just can't win
Remembering liquid depression while
Writing prose poems in free verse
Now give me a few minutes to rehearse
Before I come up with another verse
poem by Frankie Stamey
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Depression (a mix of poems and mine)
Depression is a fight
Depression is a flight
Depression is a thief
That should be locked up
Depression steals your view on life
And even your very life
It brings to you seclusion
Worse than that of a grave
And darkness
Worse than that of a cave
It keeps you away
It doesn’t allow you to be gay
It keeps you back
It doesn’t allow any comeback
It keeps you pressured
It keeps you shattered
It brings to you tearing tears
With depression there is no in-between
You’re in a dark tunnel
With no light to be seen
Depression we say is a selfish state of mind
But when we get depressed there is no other we can find
Depression is predator and we’re all its prey
Tick tock tick tock goes the clock
Its only a matter of time
Before the ultimate climb
poem by Wicked Wacked
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Depression Makes Me
depression makes me feel pain
depression makes me stupid
depression makes me feel low
depression makes me mad
depression makes me sad
depression makes me forget the world
depression makes me tensed
depression makes me lose self control
depression makes me hate everyone
depression makes me think over and over
depression makes me feel lonely
depression makes me think wild
depression makes me worthless
depression makes me sick
what does depression give me?
when it runs high…
it will make me die - rest in peace…
poem by Tashi Coote
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DEPRESSION Makes me.......
Depression makes me feel pain
Depression makes me stupid
Depression makes me feel low
Depression makes me mad
Depression makes me sad
Depression makes me forget world
Depression makes me tensed
Depression makes me lose self control
Depression makes me hate everyone
Depression makes me think over and over
Depression makes me feel lonely
Depression makes me think wild
Depression makes me worthless
Depression makes me sick
What does Depression give me?
When it runs high…
It will make me Die - REST IN PEACE…
poem by Annie Juliet
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You & I
Oh, you and i
The time we spent together ends too soon
Like sun sets to the moon
So breath my beautiful
I often find that Ive been losing time
Cos what you said last night
That play upon my mind
Like thoughts of
Chorus:
You and i
You and i
It goes round my head like a carousel
And round and round my mind
You and i
You and i
I know what to do when Im not with you
I fill my mind with thoughts of
You and i
You and i
A simple need of love is what you bring
It plays on my hearts strings
Songs of love to be loved
Got me thinking of
Our moments that are gone but will not fade
And we live to be replayed
In my mind overtime
Like thoughts of
(chorus)
Well I know well make mistakes
But thats just the chance we take
I hope youll never say
Cos Ill never say
Goodbye
Say goodbye
To you and I (you and I)
You and I (you are always on my mind)
It goes round my head like a carousel
And round and round my mind
You and I (you are always on my mind)
You and I (youve just got to give me a try)
I know what to do when Im not with you
I fill my mind with thoughts of
You and i
You and i
You and i
song performed by by Five
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Ian Curtis
on his brain a thousand things
he can't keep on living the depression it brings
the crowd cheers out his name
but he can't hear them he stays the same
the thoughts in his mind where so unreal
it's hard to understand what he would feel
his emotions would blossom whilst on stage
he would let loose and escape his cage
he then met a girl from up above
stuck in the middle of opposite loves
this then began to tear him in two
lock himself away was all he could do
the fits then began to show
every second he would feel more low
until it came to the last night
which would give all his followers such a fright
the thing is we'l never know
what this man had to show
the depression he had shall never leave
through his poems and songs it shall weave
he always had his plan from a young age
die in your twenties and earn a wage
Chris Heaton 12.01.09
in memory of Ian Curtis
poem by Chris Heaton
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A Conscience Mind
A conscience mind is a sober mind
And a sober mind keeps you complete
As it will try to keep your soul honest
And will try to keep you from deceit.
It will tell and show you right from wrong
Everyday and every moment of your life
While dictating the actions you should take
So to keep you away for evil and strife.
The ethical and moral principles in your brain
That will enter you though your thoughts
And some ideals will want to lead you astray
From the goodness your conscience has sought.
A conscience mind it will let you sleep
While a evil mind will keep you sleepless and awake
As it will remind you of the evils you had done
And also the guilt you gave through sins you did take.
I wonder though Is it a devil or an angel
That stands besides us to whisper into our ear
That will lead us from sin or away from evil
I wander what voice is it that you or I do hear.
A conscience mind is the greatest mind
More precious than riches or wealth we might find
As it will help us lead us to either to heaven or hell
So GOD bless us all with our conscience mind.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Depression! ! !
Depression...One of the worst emotions you can feel.
Your body would feel so empty and cold inside when it happens.
Your mind start to bring up the good memories that you had but it makes you feel more awful in the same time. Depression is one of the emotions I feel sometimes. No more anger building inside my body. No more sadness as my tears goes down my face. It’s only depression itself that drives people to doing bad things. It leads to self inflicting pain. It leads to suffering of thinking over and over and over again about something that made you depressed in the first place. Then it leads to...Death a fool's choice to escape it not knowing the consequences that leads ahead.
I can't believe that depression hit my heart.
As my heart thickens with its spread of Sadness, Anger, Fear, Sorrow and Death.
As this poem ends, just remember that never let depression cloud your choices in life.
poem by Compton Wright
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Quantum Memory Power
I've seen this outlined on TV, to help us memorize
And found it even worked for me, before my very eyes!
We exercise our minds to hone these memories that we view.
We've each got memories, all our own, just like computers do.
We set the scenes like journeys planned, associating well,
So that such thoughts we understand, retracing to retell.
Each place upon the journey made a way to help recall
And so my brand new brain obeyed through this test's overhaul.
Consider how, with this applied, our futures are refined..
It's like our eyes are opened wide when we retrain the mind...
Some folks remember playing cards or complex shopping lists,
From clubs to diamonds, spades to hearts, we find a thought persists.
Let's give our confidence a lift! Perhaps we'll progress fast,
To thank God for this awesome gift... with memories that will last...
Denis Martindale, copyright February 2011.
More info on ec-dot-tv
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Black Cloud Called Depression
The thick cloud of despair hangs over me,
Thoughts are black of my future dim,
But why do I think so? ~ Why, oh why,
When I have Trust and Faith in HIM?
Depression is an Attitude of Mind,
It lingers from time to time,
I crave for Action and things to do,
This time, and every time.
I need a shove, a push to start,
To work, write letters more,
For as soon as I do start to work,
The Cloud of Depression will out the door.
Depression is an ugly word,
It hangs like a suffocating cloud,
I wish I had a magic word,
Which I could shout at it ~ ALOUD.
But I need to conquer it myself,
To dispel its evil ways,
To clear my thoughts from out my head,
Before retiring again, to my bed.
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Mind Searching
I was drifting through the chambers
of imagination, deep in my mind,
searching desperately for inspiration,
but it was proving so hard to find.
Visions of nonsense appeared,
as a smoke screen in my head.
It seemed the brain was delaying
creative ideas from being read.
Imbalances of clouded colour
flooded the chambers of my mind.
One by one, thoughts became stifled,
visualization I couldn’t find.
For some strange unknown reason
there was disagreement in my head.
Mind and brain were in turmoil
until the problem was sorted.
Attempts by the brain to cloud my mind
this time thankfully failed.
Inspiration is now clearly flowing,
but next time, which will prevail.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Depression Makes Me
Depression makes me feel pain, Depression makes me stupid, Depression makes me feel low, Depression makes me mad, Depression make me sad, Depression makes me forget the world, Depression makes me tensed, Depression makes me lose self control, Depression makes me hate everyone, Depression makes me think over and over, Depression makes me feel lonely, Depression makes me think wild, Depression makes me worthless, Depression makes me sick, what does depression give me? when it runs high- it will make me die-rest in peace..
poem by Nathaniel Hayes
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