Posts Tagged depression

Requiem for a forgotten memory.

January 19, 2008 at 7:49 pm · Filed under Misc. Poems ·Tagged , , , , , ,

I lament over you, forgotten one
Writing requiems till my heart is dry
My ode to you lies in lyrics of sorrow
My song to you will be gone tomorrow

I mourn for you, forgotten one
A threnody of joy, to a crying son
My ode to you sings in spurts of weeping
My dirge is distressed from your days of calling

I kill you, forgotten one.
I write without a soul.
My pain is for nothing that exists in this world
My pain is in vain for the fall of the dawn

I escape from the madness and chaos of postmodernist mayhem
I seek refuge from the industrialist inhibition
I seek inhibition from capitalism.
I seek inhibition from prohibition.
Remove my thoughts, exclude my memories.

What I am doing is nothing of you.
I mourn for you.
But what I mourn to, is apocryphal. Is unknown. Is esoteric. Is secret.

And it shall forever be kept that way.
Until I write with a soul.

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I’m nothing

January 19, 2008 at 7:47 pm · Filed under Misc. Poems ·Tagged , , , , ,

Hypocrite
Living inside my
Shallow heart
Lazy, useless spirit
Dormant; Rotting

Liar
I love a thief
Steal away scrutiny
Smash your friends teeth
All talk
No action
Lazy, useless
Dormant; Rotting

Get me out of my hole
Get me something to scream about
Get me a soul
And cut the cancerous hypocrisy
Out of me

Pure deception
Only receptive of information
Cheat, fake
Two-faced bigotry
I can’t do anything
I’m just rhetoric

I’m a two-faced pig
I’m nothing

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Community is nonexistent

January 19, 2008 at 7:46 pm · Filed under Misc. Poems, society ·Tagged , , , , , , , ,

The incredulous people of ubiquity
No where to be found
Skeptics, lying dead in doorways
Making not a sound

Everywhere, omnipresent, the citizens sit in shame
What has become of community?
Life is shallow and vain.

Mindless depressed searchers
Seek to find happiness
They look in packaged plastics
They look inside myth books

They watch the eye that stares at them
Through the TV screen
That tells them what they have to buy
Tells them they’re unique
Unique mass-produced garbage
Flying through the air
No one cares anymore
Dispose of us and say a prayer

Mindless, manic zombies
Walk the streets at night
Looking for a product
That will make them young and alive

Youth is not achievable by fashion
Only through love and family
Youth awaits the open hearts
Not corporate junk or fabricated history

It makes the world happy
To have time to spare with loved ones
But many trudge off back to work
And come home craving shop-goods.

Value is non-existent.
Poverty is no price to pay.
Cheap presents sit waiting for another owner,
While the company gets away

Long hours, child labour, young teens fill the factories
The pollution pours from the chimneys
No freedom, equality or peace

Money is forgotten.
They have little to survive on
2 dollars a day is not a lot
When you have 5 kids to fend for.
Now try and tell me that’s not wrong.

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