To my WordPress Friends

Dear friends,

My sincere apologies for my absence…
Lately, I haven’t been feeling well for some time now.
A sudden wave of depression has sunk me deep below.

Ever since the passing of my mother in law and my grandpa
everything is starting to catch up to me.
This severe depression is making me feel weak and scared.
I won’t lie to you, sometimes I think of suicide.
I don’t even want to eat but I have too.
I cry uncontrollably every day and every hour or so.
My anxiety piles up on my chest like a thousand buildings
crushing me and taking me down to a downward spiral.
Sometimes, I don’t want to live in this world anymore,
but my reasons for living; my girlfriend, family, & friends.

It’s difficult every day to realize that fact that our loved ones
aren’t here with us. It hurts.

Also, I have not been writing or reading or watching any T.V.
There’s so much negativity in this world,
it makes things worse for one’s mental health.
I’ve been having dreams of death, funerals, time travel,
and seeing my own death. It’s extremely scary and I guess
my mind gets the best of me. I feel it being real but it’s not.

I have reasons to live my girlfriend, family, and friends.

Anyone you know who is suffering from depression please reach out to them and help them. Talk to them and listen to them.

I’ll be taking a break from WordPress.
I don’t know when I’ll return.

I need to be at my 100% state of mind.
Once I feel better then I’ll be back.
I’m trying really hard to fight this depression feeling…
I must find the strength within me to fight it and stay positive.

Until then…I don’t be responding to comments…

However, I have a question for anyone that’s reading this.

Have you or anyone you know whose family member passed away has gotten an aftershock of severe unexpected deep depression? If so, I would like to know and please share your experience so I know I’m not alone.

Thank you.

~ Charlie Zero1 the Poet

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Tearing Metaphors is the Sexiest Trick in Periphery

 

Tearing loopholes
and rearranging periphery.
Pull out the metaphor clozaril.
Unetonalters clomp;
macaw mitre depatterns
the berefleetirpor litotes.

Antithesis liars
sip a glocal exit.

Hyperbole lickspittles
the bare trick
of his notion coccyx rip-off.

Lumbosacral threshes away –
leaving the sexiest gazeless
up in the outwit daymare.

You became the chilling malice…
come and kneel, the catechisms bled regicide.

 

 

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Satirical Sardines and the Weird Nobody Gasm

 

Dear satirical girls
press exaggeration button –
it matters whether
the dictionaries gasm
or, stick to HBO.
Embody soused,
vitriol gneiss, coerce iniquity –
Mr. nobody weird regains jealousy spit.

Parody beings
dismember six
with your awkward toe.
Subpoena punctuations –
cerecloth arrhizal,
sandwich bikinis commit perjury
and impugn such relevancy.

Motion to suppress
you may not proceed
as the sardines tic;
encircling aegis,
tames the satyr,
whom famously profound
the icky token pomade.

Teasing turds
reveal thereof…
like blue hedgefonds
pointing diagonally.

Take a biopsy
fist inside the pussy controversy…
its pink like monkey, fights unpredictably –
I’m a transqueer speaking to my moist.

Oh! My goodness,
look at this uncanny Hasselhoff?
I mean…what on earth
did spook the blemish dramas?
Certainly not VHS…

Chipped ominous –
brushed onward by pilchards.
Bones & disturbing buffoonery,
exactly what constitutes
garbage flamingos & avocado condoms?
Laserdisc omens, infecting 2, 1, 5…

~ Sincerely Principle Cesspool the Carrotologist

 

 

 

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Above the Insects Who Peel the Sirens Odor

 

Squeal monotones
heed without above.

Silkworm adults quickly
translucent in 3D proventriculus,

Open yourself thoroughly.
My head navigates
through the insect series.
What tarn decayed
this willful hiccup?

Hemolymph oars
alarm the kodacolor.
Melpomene odor
snellens in Paleozoic,

Breathe…the Ohmolick sprites.

Armscye lunula,
balladry of hyssop –
spread loathe onto
eschaton martyrdom.

Holotech pounding,
peel the tinnitus.
Cenozoic sirens
theatric all asleep,
chide puns
shineless darkle –
my unbelievable costume
crucified near the perplex belaud.

 

 

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Early Double Helix

This is good poetry at its best

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

Labour build
July 1966 rehousing project
no rats in the south west miles
she cleaned for a saviour
inspector’s anxieties, anticipations
Plant moved around the new wood smell
a photograph, four humans and one animal, not inclusive, we breathed the same air
ignorance killed a hibernating tortoise
typhoon came and went
schools hired zealots to destroy
News jotters recorded floods, strikes, power cuts, candles, the invisible bike
walked alone, then Pollock weekends with dog gangs
no fire for the Green Goddess, shouting News boys at midnight
cold chapel, good trousers, no communion, sweets, middens, long back-green grass, canary yellow British Railway van
Arthur Montfort dragged us through tedium, food under polystyrene tiles, beside woodgrain wallpaper doors
thought he had Black Death, refused the elevator, we carried paint pots before Travolta stole the style
his comic effect, Fr. Daley killer grab, unconcerned soul and shoplifter
Subbuteo
graffiti cells led to melting…

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Vatican 3

Paul is a hell of a writer. Stop by and have a chat with him.

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

Brother Conflicted on vows day, He to kill the Devil
cruise ship Ave Maria melts candle wax
bells for laundered robed walkers, climbing pyramids
throwing pickaxes at indigent sheep, neck high in their ‘lackey’ diamond hand clasp pleading for wafer-thin drugs, shutting their mouths with it, stapling down their tongues with it
outside Art hate $4.6m

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