So many people talk of being depressed So few even know what real depression is Depression is not what you get when you can’t get what you want That’s frustration Depression is not what you get when you can’t get laid That’s loneliness Depression is not what you get when you’re upset about things That’s …
The lights
The lights shimmer softly across the surface of the rippling water Refracting, contorting and breaking within themselves Hinting at the breeze, which hasn’t reached me yet The water falling sounds like torrential rainstorms of years long past Cascades of metaphysical bliss, spreading and stretching like my shadow at dusk I close my eyes and reminisce …
Emotional intelligence
The height of depression makes interesting contrast to the bowels of happiness. Both live within one another, yet are polar opposites. Co-existing in the same realm of FEELING – just a fraction higher/lower than the other – but both holding a uniquely different view of the world. Both beautiful and horrifying within the same moment. …
Sometimes…
Sometimes I want to pass Deeply and completely Into the darkness Silently and neatly Traverse into the either Just to lie in the shadows And never be seen Never be heard from again Never see anyone Never hear anyone Never feel anything Again. Sometimes I want to pass Completely and Wholly Into the light Stunning …
Folding
When all sound dies And the room becomes empty The silence crumbles the walls Compresses the emotion of the room Inner space expands And the tears come…
Shattered Moments
Everything slows down for a moment And time becomes still Sound dispels itself and grows cold And I feel its chill Emotions flow out over the silence Self deprecating and destructive Bleeding down my face Intensely frightful and obstructive Falling to my knees Face in my hand Facing facts Reality and fable disband Breathing out …
Open to Interpretation
The moon So bright and yet cold and dark Menacing Yet comforting A visual addiction Thick and powdery; Uncut cocaine hanging limply in the sky Majestically? Uselessly? All open to interpretation One man’s garbage Is another man’s food One woman’s lover Is another woman’s stalker Another night is scared away by the dawn The moon …
Breathe out
The flame flickers as the wind blows Flailing between light and dark – life and death Struggling to burn to the bottom To fall deep enough into its own crater That the wind can’t threaten it Can’t extinguish what time it has left Wax falls from the sides Sealing it in place Immortalized Plasticinated Unavoidable …
The Automated tellers – Of Death
Drive thru banking. Another invention yet to find its way to England I love the concept of throwing your stuff in those tubes Watching it go flying back to the control booth I just always thought it was cool Imagine if there was a Heaven What if after judging they put you in the corresponding …
Silence is golden
No more talk. No more lies. No more shouting. No more whispers. No more chat. No more time. No more noise. Silence beckons. Not the artificial silence of life, but the everlasting calm of unconsciousness. Disembodied emotion. Death of the senses. The deafening embrace of silence is rarely felt. The sound of breathing, heart beating, …