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I was stuck with a sickness called Depression.
It had become really severe.
It's dangerously contagious.
It spreads by catching fear.
I heard some people cannot fight it.
So they hurt themselves inside and out.
It's one of the symptoms that shows it's winning,
forgetting what Life is all about.
It starts with Doubt beginning to clot your Confidence,
blocking Love from flowing round.
Hate spreads in your lungs till it's all you breathe,
exhaling painful words out of your mouth.
You start to think your worthless.
Think your existence is a waste.
But I managed to stand steady.
There was enough love around me to fight the pain.
Since no one knew of my secret illness,
I sought my own release.
A way that did not consist of scars and teardrops,
such things would haunt me in my sleep.
I needed a way to cleanse my spirit,
to stop dragging myself down.
I wanted to be like all those hopeful dreamers,
who I watched soar above me as I drowned.
Slowly, I fought the demons inside me.
A mighty battle gone unseen.
I was wounded and exhausted.
But I managed to find some peace.
Now I'm getting better. I'm on a special medication.
I think everyone should have some.
It's called Imagination.
It had become really severe.
It's dangerously contagious.
It spreads by catching fear.
I heard some people cannot fight it.
So they hurt themselves inside and out.
It's one of the symptoms that shows it's winning,
forgetting what Life is all about.
It starts with Doubt beginning to clot your Confidence,
blocking Love from flowing round.
Hate spreads in your lungs till it's all you breathe,
exhaling painful words out of your mouth.
You start to think your worthless.
Think your existence is a waste.
But I managed to stand steady.
There was enough love around me to fight the pain.
Since no one knew of my secret illness,
I sought my own release.
A way that did not consist of scars and teardrops,
such things would haunt me in my sleep.
I needed a way to cleanse my spirit,
to stop dragging myself down.
I wanted to be like all those hopeful dreamers,
who I watched soar above me as I drowned.
Slowly, I fought the demons inside me.
A mighty battle gone unseen.
I was wounded and exhausted.
But I managed to find some peace.
Now I'm getting better. I'm on a special medication.
I think everyone should have some.
It's called Imagination.
Literature
Ode to the artist
Colours dance
Just out of reach
Of her grasping fingers,
Her lips tipped up
And her violet eyes
Glistening with wonder.
And today,
So many years later,
When her eyes have settled
And their colour dimmed,
When the curls in new hair
Have fallen flat,
Even now
Those colours dance
Just out of her reach.
She slashes at canvas
With wide brushes
And dripping paints,
Trying to capture
Those perfect blends,
Those perfect tones,
That perfect feeling.
Her works are masterpieces,
Acclaimed by all who see,
But not a single one
Is complete,
Merely abandoned
By the mother who cannot cherish
Imperfection.
And so she starts again
With new brushes
And brigh
Literature
Self Destruction
Watch me burn
In fire so hot
Watch me burn
In what you can't stop
My screams of pain
Fall on deaf ears
You see me strain
With falling tears
Watch me burn
In flames so bright
Watch me burn
In a starless night
Self incineration
As the fire goes higher
My incarnation
of the bird of fire
Watch me burn
Engulfed so wide
Watch me burn
In fiery suicide
Leave behind ashes
After my combustion
But this does not end
My self destruction
Literature
Don't We Die Young Anyway?~ A Free Verse Poem
Yeah I'm an artist...
Maybe thats why,
I cry so much,
Maybe thats why,
I don't want,
To breathe so much,
But thats okay,
Cause don't we die young?
Maybe that'll make it easier,
To take myself away...
Maybe it'll make it easier,
To fill my lungs with paint,
Instead of air
Maybe it'll make it,
That much harder to,
Erase my existence,
From this universe,
Cause paint stains are,
Very hard to remove
And glitter is,
Very hard to clean
And lipstick marks are,
Very hard to forget...
So I'll take it all in,
The paint,
And the glitter,
And the lipstick
And it'll be okay,
Cause don't we die young...
Anyway?
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I'm on a roll this week. I don't remember posting this frequently.
i know this poem isn't as deep and meaningful as others, but hey, my <nobr>life story</nobr> isn't that fantastic.
To tell you all the truth I can't say for sure I've truly ever had depression. If having thoughts about suicide, hurting yourself for being so 'useless' and 'incompetent', and basically hating yourself from everything from your looks to your lack of talent... Then I probably had it.
But I definitely can say I'm in a better place than where I was four years ago. I still kinda hate myself, but not to the point where I think I should DIE. I can definitely say that Art, Anime, books and writing saved me along with a bunch of good friends and family. I also have a greater sense of <nobr>purpose</nobr> so I'm definitely doing okay. My budding need to create and show the world what I can do keeps me afloat. My imagination blesses me with wonderful things. And sharing my art with people has really helped my esteem.
So aside from my imagination and creativity, I wanna thank YOU GUYS for being wonderful people. An open ear and sincere advice has really gone a long way for me. So I want to thank all the nice artists and writers on this site.
i know this poem isn't as deep and meaningful as others, but hey, my <nobr>life story</nobr> isn't that fantastic.
To tell you all the truth I can't say for sure I've truly ever had depression. If having thoughts about suicide, hurting yourself for being so 'useless' and 'incompetent', and basically hating yourself from everything from your looks to your lack of talent... Then I probably had it.
But I definitely can say I'm in a better place than where I was four years ago. I still kinda hate myself, but not to the point where I think I should DIE. I can definitely say that Art, Anime, books and writing saved me along with a bunch of good friends and family. I also have a greater sense of <nobr>purpose</nobr> so I'm definitely doing okay. My budding need to create and show the world what I can do keeps me afloat. My imagination blesses me with wonderful things. And sharing my art with people has really helped my esteem.
So aside from my imagination and creativity, I wanna thank YOU GUYS for being wonderful people. An open ear and sincere advice has really gone a long way for me. So I want to thank all the nice artists and writers on this site.
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Wow, incredible and true poem.
well done
well done