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FreeFrom the oceans of sorrow…I find life.In the darkest watery depthsI see the faint light.I was anchored underneath.I found my arms.I found my legs.Hidden in plain sight.Didn't know how to swim.I learned.Didn't know how to breathe.I learned.Was so afraid to escape.It meant to acknowledgeThat I was trappedIn the first place.Now here I am.On land.I bask in the warm glowOf the sun.A mist formsFrom the rising vapourOf the drying water on my bodyAnd in my eyes.Not all the water dries –Some remains as if toRemind MeOf where I was before.
Unrequited LoveI love you, but you don't.I love you, but you won't.Drifting in the winds of desire.Sleeping in the heat of passion's fire.I want someone to hold my hand.I want someone who can understand.Inhale, exhale, this air is so stale.Alas! I've become so lifeless and pale.I can feel the bitter truth eat at me.Hiding my despair inside, so you won't see.Whenever I need you, you disappear.When I try to reach you, I grasp thin air.Please, please I want to let go.Please, please help me leave this world of woe.I love you, but you won't.I love you, but you don't.
Foolish BoyFoolish, foolish boy!She uses you like a cheap toy.Little holes poked into your heart.I can see you falling apart.Her vile pretty eyesHer beautiful disguiseHiding something… inhumane.Boy, you are truly silly and lame.I can see you fallingAll over yourselfFor a mere glanceFor a mere chanceShe's not a goddess.She's not stunning, nor kind.Why must you unravel and unwind?She makes you fall and crawl.Perhaps you like the pain.Maybe you like to be maimed.I don't see why -You want tears in your eyes.Foolish, foolish boy!She uses you like a cheap toy.Why not let your love be earned?When will you ever learn?
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.