Depression

Depression is the color grey on a dull school day
It sounds like a child's cry
and it tastes like a bitter grapefruit
It smells like death in a graveyard
It looks like a hospital
I hope you never catch it's sick
It feels like a rough board
Depression is the color black with no expression
It sounds like silence on a boring day
It tastes like a sour lemon
It smells like a swamp
It looks like people in pain
It makes me feel like someone is
poking me with needles
Depression is the color red in somenone's eyes
after they cry
It sounds like a heart moniter reaching it's last beeps
It taste like a cold piece of ice; tasteless,
it smells like onions
it looks like a blind human beingIt feels like something stinging me

My Last Love Letter

I've made my decision;
I'm not changing my mind.
I'm saying goodbye
To the life I must leave behind.
But I have a task to do
Before I go;
I must write I letter
To my used to be paramour.
You see, I loved him
And I now love him even more
But I made a mistake
In which his heart
I unintentionally tore.
And once I realized
I was a complete fool for doing so,
He found another lover
And I was then engulfed
With agonizing sorrow.
I tried to hide my pain
And put on a smile
Whenever they walk by.
But as soon as I'm alone,
I crawl up into a ball
And spontaneously cry.
I cannot keep this up any longer
So in the letter below
I will write to my former lover
And explain to him
Why I must go:
"By the time you read this
I would already be gone.
But I just want to let you know
What I've been holding in
For so long.
I miss your
Deep blue eyes
Staring passionately into mine.
I miss your
Warm gentle hands;
The feeling I'd get
When yours and mine entwined.
I miss your
Charming sense of humor;
How it always
Brightened up my day.
I even miss your lips;
Though we never kissed,
You always knew
What to say.
I miss your protective arms;
How I felt when they embraced me.
And most of all,
I miss your love;
I can't believe you fell away
So easily.
As I wrap up this letter
With tears falling down my cheeks,
I'll swallow the pill
And finally get to rest
In peace."
I've made my decision;
It's too late to change my mind.
I've said goodbye
To the life I left behind.

Because of You

I wonder if you're proud.
Or if you even know.
You're the reason I let go,
And now I'm not afraid to say it out loud.
You ruined my view on love.
You ruined my view on men.
Now because of you I'll never trust again.
Deep inside is where my heart is shoved.
Now because of you,
I'll never risk it all.
So now it's impossible for me to fall.
Something I was getting used to.
Because of you I don't use my heart.
I ever hardly think.
I wont even blush at a wink.
Thanks for tearing me completely apart.
Because of you I'm stronger.
Because of you I live in fear.
Because of you I bring no one near.
Because of you I'm weaker.

Here Lies The Girl

Here lies the girl
With a broken heart;
The girl who unknowingly
Tore herself apart.
Here lies the girl
With the tear stained eyes;
The girl who fell in love
Which wasn't very wise.
Here lies the girl
With the scarred up skin
For carving up her frail body
Was the only way of controlling
The torture brewing within.
Here lies the girl
With nothing but skin and bone
For her appetite she lost
Because she felt so alone.
Here lies the girl
Who used to be strong.
But the pain made her weak
So she didn't last long.
Here lies the girl
Who tried to get help
But what was supposed to be a cry
Came out as a weak yelp.
Here lies the girl
Who loved him so.
But he stopped loving her
So she had to go.
Here lies the girl
And gripped tightly in her hand
Is a simple piece of paper
That reads her final demand.
It is directed to her love
And using purposefully 2 vowels
Are the words written in blood,
"Happy now?"

Under the net of our kisses

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Pablo Neruda

One

The mosquito is so small

it takes almost nothing to ruin it.

Each leaf, the same.

And the black ant, hurrying.

So many lives, so many fortunes!

Every morning, I walk softly and with forward glances

down to the ponds and through the pinewoods.

Mushrooms, even, have but a brief hour

before the slug creeps to the feast,

before the pine needles hustle down

under the bundles of harsh, beneficent rain.

How many, how many, how many

make up a world!

And then I think of that old idea: the singular

and the eternal.

One cup, in which everything is swirled

back to the color of the sea and sky.

Imagine it!

A shining cup, surely!

In the moment in which there is no wind

over your shoulder,

you stare down into it,

and there you are,

your own darling face, your own eyes.

And then the wind, not thinking of you, just passes by,

touching the ant, the mosquito, the leaf,

and you know what else!

How blue is the sea, how blue is the sky,

how blue and tiny and redeemable everything is, even you,

even your eyes, even your imagination.

Mary Olive

Parting Word

As for me

I have no mind

to lose anymore, I am through

with all that -

the sky is my mind

today.(And

it always is

and always was

today.) Blue,

her color

sorrowing over us ...

Does it flow out of or into us, seeing?

Unseen ray of perception the face beams

at things, or

face on which things shine!

I am so glad

that I no longer know,

no longer

care.

And one more thing:

the future?

Never

been there.

Franz Wright