The Lady Who Only Wore BlueI once knew a lady who only wore blueBlue nails, blue hair, blue through and through.Her pale skin almost appeared blue too.I was deadly curious as to why.Day after day I passed her by.Until one day I had to try:"Why? Why do you wear blue fair lady?"She paused, blinked and winked."Why must you know?""Why is the sun, why is the snow?"My face fell in dismay.I almost continued on my way. When-The lady in blue flew in front of me.Luminous blue contacts were all I could see.What happened next left me vexed and perplexed.Up in a flare, she declared:"Blue as the sky.""Blue as a saddened sigh.""Blue as my bleak tomorrow.""Blue as the oceans of sorrow.""Blue as unavoidable pains.""Blue as the blood in my veins."She calmed down, but still wore a frown."I choose my mission long, long ago...""I am determined to wear the colour of woe."I clasp my hands, as I began to understand –She shook her head and said:"I mourn for every teardrop shed.""I mourn
Depression PatientDepression Patient The book says:list the positive thingsin my life. 1.I am loved. 2.I can be happy. 3.I'm a decent person. 4.My life is worth something.Most find this listBlatantly Apparent.But –I must remind myself…EverySingleDayof what is obvioustoEveryoneElse.
The NihilistThe NihilistThe world beautiful amidst all its lies.The beautiful world that I now despise.I see the world now in all its decay,Yet everyone still fools themselves, to my dismay.Life is such a short mean thing.Happiness is a brief lapse in our suffering.I have no right to despair,As the fabric of my reality tears.I have no right to feel,I should be strong enough to deal.There is no reason to life;All humans filled with struggle and strife.Our sin is existing.Our punishment is living.I need to find peace; I must!Dust to dust, as we all fall into dust.
Human ClockworkHuman Clockwork She walks, she stumbles, she falls.She can't get up.She can't stay down.It's the ugly place in between.Cascading sorrow, empty hope.It's a dysfunctional heart.She was a machine.She followed a routine.A gear breaks apart and flies.The battery fizzles and dies.Oh, it had a wretched distraction.Oh, it should have stopped the interaction.This machine has been destroyed.All that's left is a void.It's quite hollow and vacant.Though the parts still move.A vase is shattered.The contents don't leak out.It just stays there, suspended;Forever, in dismal anticipation.
My Valentine DarkensMy Valentine Darkens Flashy heart-shaped boxes lay scattered about,Discarded cards sit upon mantle-tops and tables.Valentine's day is over, along with its cheap gimmicks.All that's left for Valentines is a dull pain.It was that deep scratching sensation.In the back of my head.Every other moment it'd remind me.It'd remind me of something I could never have.On Valentine's Day, my resolve weakened.On Valentine's Day, my mental strength ebbed.All of it just came bleeding out.My emotions take me and almost break me.Invisible daggers cause invisible wounds.You can't see the blood I bleed.You can't see my growing anguish.Why must you be so irresistible to me?Countless times, I have tried to make this go away.I keep on trying, but I know it won't leave.Over-played pretences and fading hope of release.I continue to suppress it all.On Valentine's Day, I dug a grave.I tossed my blackened heart towards it.And you, you threw dirt over it.It's so dark and cold here in