Despondency Act 1: Edicius Dream

 

Suicide eyes dilated,
a lonely birthday cake –
hope old friend
my catacomb heart mourned.

 

 

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The End of Poetry Mocks Me of Humiliation

Poetry, the medicine that keeps me sane
anyone takes it away from me I’ll go insane.
At this point in my life, nothing makes sense
stress pierces the air, bad energy super tense.
No one can see how much I’m living in fear
dark mist numbs the heart, death smiles near.
Tired & restless sinking below confusion
a suicide note confines me of conclusions.
I think with a loaded gun pointed at my brain,
fate stares right at me, look its Kurt Cobain.
If I we’re to die today, no one would care,
why should they, I’m just dead as rare.
I know my work will never get publish
I end here with a slow burning vanish.

 

 

 

Notes: The poem that you are reading was based on recent events.
I was feeling stressed out, depressed, & frustrated, due to the rejection in the publishing cyber-world and the actual world. But hey, that’s part of the publishing industry right? Sometimes I ask myself – if anyone is truly even ready for this type of poetry that I am writing. No, I don’t think so, but, my heart tells me otherwise. I know I should go independent, but that’s also a risky chance. My thoughts we’re thinking negative at the time. My girlfriend though, helped me calm down – I told her what I was feeling. She said to me; “I believe in you”, ‘Don’t give up’; I know someone out there will discover your work, be patient and the time will come. She’s very supportive and encouraging for me to continue on and writing what I love to do. I get this feeling sometimes, hypothetically speaking, what if (knock on wood) I’m not here on this earth anymore, I guarantee you – those publishers from the industry will snatch up my work and finally publish them. That’s life I guess. However, I tell myself to be positive, strong willed, and patient. I like to get out of the house and take a drive to let my mind be free and happy. Any who, just thought I vent and share what I was feeling, but I’m very happy right now, posting what I love to write and share with all of you beautiful, talented & brilliant poets.

 

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Melancholy Repeats the Dark Void

 

I know what it feels like to not belong.
Society and I never really got along.
People always judge me because I’m different
Maybe their right at least I’m not a fucken ignorant.
The flash-backs of my past drown me in pain
Tomorrow’s desolation repeats itself again.
My memory as a child triggers depression.
A gun to my head signals my frustration.
So vulnerable, weak, I fell into a nervous breakdown.
Melancholy darkens the void, heartache total meltdown.
Every single day my father scorns me to a point of nothing.
If I can achieve the impossible it’s worth luck to something.
I have to live with PTSD for the rest of my eternal life.
I should have ended before with a sharp clean knife.

 

 

 

This poem was reflecting the past of me being bullied and being humiliated.

It sucks what some of us go through in life. We have each other, friends, family, and loved ones. Give each other a hug and smile. Life is beautiful and precious.

 

 

 

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