Depression: A new veiwDepression is when you have lots of love, but no one's taking. ~Douglas CouplandLove. Many have it. Many express it. Given freely to those surrounding one. Often taken enthusiastically by others. Love creates an unbreakable bond with another soul. This bond may change form. This bond may never change. This bond may grow weak. This bond may grow strong.A distinct line occurs from having and giving. Often this two way street people believe the lanes to be synonymous. You can not take with out giving love. Correct?Wrong.Imagine two cities. These cities connect by a single highway. One going to the other. One coming from the other. Each city has jurisdiction up to the half-way point between them. One city leaves both lanes wide open, accepting supplies and trade from the other city and giving in retu
EncompassingWhy have you done this? How have you killed for this bliss? You, what monster do you call his?Here I yet stand for you, After every flirt, every woo. Vindictive I may be, but against who? Everyone can have a piece too.Me? A ghost. A shadow upon thy wall. Evening makes the dark grow tall.Interest they may holdAlways when it is to late, Mystics have sealed my fate.No power holds I Only held up high The esteem once my. Hell has a tie I can no longer get by. No more hate. No more lie. Gave it my all, why?
War IITake the keys and lock her up. . .The war lasted far longer than any thought possible. Pain. Misery. Hunger. Respite did not exist any longer. Raid followed raid. Raid lead raid. The bombs never ceased. So many had died. Many still die. Bodies rotted in the street. Children no longer were being sent away. The war zone encompassed everything. . . .Lock her up, lock her up. . .He scrambled by a collapsed building. He hated that building. Everyone left hated that building. There had been no warning. They just materialized out of nowhere. They bombed the one place they knew would cause the most damage. The school. No one survived. . . .Take the keys and lock her up. . .The city, the country had been devastated. It had been an unspoken rule: do not intentionally attack children. They broke. A whole new warfare broke out. Children-hunting. Kill as many as you could to crip
WarLondon bridge is falling down. . .The air-raid siren blares. Everyone is hustled to shelters. There's not enough room. People haven't gone to their designated shelter. Probably to far off. More cram themselves in. We already stand shoulder to shoulder. Kids sit upon their father's shoulders. Too many. Too many. . . . . .Falling down, falling down. . .They turn away extras now. Even those who have this shelter. I hear the woman scream, begging to have their children admitted. None are. If they do not reach shelter. . .It would be a massacre.. . .London bridge is falling down. . .Whistling. Boom. Impact made.The shelter shakes. Dirt and dust fall from the ceiling. Not to far from here. We hide to far underground to hear the screams. I am sure they are there though to many explosions not to be. . . .Falling down, falling down. . .Death. Destruction. Decay. Everywhere. All around. What have we come to? Why do we destroy like this? What good does
The Truth..There you stood, decked allIn Glory. My heart, shall fall.Beauty of yours captures.To me? Pure tortures.My love possibly returned?Only fate is staked and burned.Six and thirty I fought,Hoping her heart I bought.Nothing ever back she said.Even time cannot make deadEvery hope I still dearly hold.My world will forever fold.Dull. Mute. Nothing.Ne'er was something.
Abuse IIIt's raining, It's pouring. . .Pain drench through the young soul. She laid upon the ground, clutching her little dolly. Her dolly. The one constant in her life. Dolly never betrayed her. She told Dolly all her secrets. Dolly listened with out reproach. Dolly loved her. she loved Dolly.. . .The old man is snoring. . .Daddy loved her too. Daddy said that every time Daddy hurt her. Daddy did it because Daddy loved her. She thought Daddy loved her too much then. Dolly loved her. Dolly never caused her pain. So why does Daddy have to? Daddy should be like Dolly.. . .woke up and bumped his head. . .Dolly said just a tight hug. Keep hugging Daddy until he stopped moving. Then Daddy would be like Dolly. Daddy wouldn't hurt her anymore. Daddy would love her just like Dolly. It tired her, turning Daddy like Dolly. She wanted to nap now. She hugged Dolly and laid next to Daddy and slept.. . .And couldn't get up in the morning. . .She stood hugging Dolly. They said Daddy wanted to sleep no
AbuseRain, rain go away. . .Pain, pain go away. She whispered over and over. She curled up into a ball on the floor. One hand desperately reaching for. . .something. Anything. Anything of comfort. She just wanted the pain to go away.. . .Come back again. . .Please. Disappear. No more. No more pounding. No more blood. No more pain. No more today. Please. She felt punished enough. She would never speak again of Daddy. Daddy's love must remain a secret. Secret. Secret. Secret. Nothing more than a secret.. . .Some other day. . .Her grasping hand finally made contact. She yanked it close. Her dolly Mama made for her. Long ago. She clutched like her life depended on it. Her dolly. She relaxed into darkness, clutching the Dolly.
LifeRow, row, row your boat. . .Wake, eat, work, eat, sleep. Repeat. Again and again. Such the monotony takes over. No variation. No vivaciousness in your life. The same dull monochrome life. Day in. Day out. Life slowly leeching from your bones. . . .Gently down the stream. . .Life slowly passes. More and more. The currents tug you most of the time. You do nothing but coast most of the time. Why try? You all will end up the same place; six feet under. . . .Merrily, merrily, merrily. . .Droll. . .Nothing to be done. Just sit here until death takes us. Sit. And sit. And sit. Maybe walk some. Then sit some more. Just. . .nothing. . . .Life is but a dream. . .Ahhhhh. . .silence. Forever. Nothing but the blackness. Dark. Home. This is where you belong. Here. With nothing. Finally. . .Forever in the dark.Best to remain.
TimeRing around the rosie. . .Life. Around and round we go. Again and again. The same pattern. Humans really are the stupidest beings on earth. Chance and chance again to change, yet we remain bullheaded. Why? Why be so stupid? Why be so stuck in our ways? We will destroy ourselves. . . . . .Pockets full of posies. . .We try to mask our stupidity. How naive. Nothing can mask it. Nothing can mask the pain we cause nature. That we cause to our fellow human. How? How can we continue this? Do we not see that it will lead to our own destruction?Ashes, ashes. . .The world blazes in an inferno of our own creation. Now it merely is a matter of time. We will suffocate. We will slowly burn. Can you not feel the tendrils of flame creep up your leg, charring it? Can you not feel the smoke invade your lungs, choking out all oxygen? . . .We all fall down. . .I told you so. We would destroy ourselves. We always do. You should lear