If roses were a book
Would they still be read
And if violets are blue
Does that mean they're in depression
sadden and blue
I have no answers
for I'm not in a dictionary or
An encyclopedia nor computer with gigabytes
All the rainbows every colors
All the antidepressants doesn't bring me joy
Because all in all is Elohim God
Creator of it all for now I feel better
No longer am I in a crisis dilemma
5/16/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
She seemed blitzed on happiness, weird to us
For she had just lost her husband, old man Gus
A smile split her face in a strange joyful way
He never had a chance, she told us, he never had a say
Doctor put her on antidepressants, her mother would explain
Before she got these pills, she was one huge pain.
Is this better? I asked, not understanding at all.
Oh, yes, she already axed up the dresser down the hall.
My fragmented heart defied my mind's authority
A gloomy transformation carved from sorrow's blood
Dopamine disappears while endorphins are the minority
The down feeling crashes in like an uncontrolled flood
An unwelcomed intruder colonizing my obedient body
I routinely succumb to your callous commands
An old foe by the former name of melancholy
Like a sponge you absorb my joy unarmed
Your fourth unsolicited visit in fourteen years
The voice of my normality fades in your shadow
Familiar with your punishment I become immune to fears
The heat of your rule coerces my heart to feel mellow
I forbade hopelessness to assert its voice in my head
Through gruntled teeth I allow my pride to fall instead
Antidepressants forces a ceasefire in our internal war
Tranquility pushes you out through my heart's aluminium door
I embrace peace knowing It too visits but does not stay
For I know you will return again in a few years from this day
After her mother passed a blue butterfly stopped by
Flitted among her zinnias, landed on a yellow one
Rhonda paid attention, it seemed to be important
Was this Mom telling her everything would be okay?
A few year later Rhonda’s best friend Frank passed.
She did not know if she could go on without him
Her doctor prescribed antidepressants, and this seemed to help.
A blue butterfly landed on Rhonda’s shoulder at his funeral.
This helped.
I pulled her onto my lap and she sobbed
But she weighs more than you do.
So?
Wasn’t it awkward?
No. It was just right.
But she is a grown woman.
And that matters how?
I don’t know.
It seems odd.
At the time it was the perfect thing to do.
Where is she now?
No idea, but I mentioned antidepressants.
Do you think it will work?
They have not kicked in yet.
How do you know?
They are for me.
She told me things I have to try to forget….
The Pillager
When checking my medicine jars, my wife called me an old Pillager
“No, that's a Danish Viking,” I said: “ I am a Polypharmacyphileger.”
That's a person who takes five or more drugs a day
Over the age of eighty you have a fifty-fifty chance to be that way.
As we get older we collect more drug prescriptions
Some are out of date and others in suspicion.
If you take ten or more beware this terror
There will be at least one prescription error
Where symptoms are not recognized as a side effects.
And a new drug is given to try and correct.
The risk develops quickly if different doctors are involved
Or a drug's interactions with another can't quickly be resolved.
Antidepressants are the largest selling medication
But side effects can cause falls, nausea, and constipation.
Many of the problems are not caused by medical drugs
Cognitive behavior therapy might work out the bugs.
The answer? - Universal medical database transactions
Of all patient prescription drugs and interactions.
I can see you're my medicine.
You've already done more than my antidepressants could ever hope to do.
Life brings tears, smiles, and memories, the tears will dry eventually the smiles will fade eventually, but the memories will last forever. So never reply when your angry or anxious, or when you have anxiety, and never make a promise to anyone, when you're drugged up on antidepressants or when your in a happy mood. Never make a decision when you are sad and crying. So in the end you'll see which people really love you, they are the ones who see you for who you are and no matter how or why or what you'll always find a way to be at their side.
Indigos, light workers, empaths are hear
Struggling to change the errors of yesteryear
Power, money, corruption and greed
Will no longer be the motive that leads
The 60's, the freedom, they tried with defiance
The ones in power had them silenced
Like darwins theory of evolution
We are born for the revolution
There is too much pain in the world we've created
The ones who have tried have been banished and sedated
With antidepressants, Ritalin and crack
A lot of the indigos have been held back
This change will come, but take many a year
When it is over, they'll be no more fear
Tanis troutman
antidepressants
slow the evisceration
dulling guilt's knife edge
Jim was from Tuscaloosa
His remains flew home last year
professors applaud
sneering ripped knee pants coeds
stomp on old Glory
old vet asks for respect, no
deep breath, count to ten, unclench
Homicide bomber
seventy-two virgin quest
paradise, no doubt
Jim shielded a boy
Bomber in my AR’s sights
too slow, all sorts of fragments
We have done our job
And perhaps a bit too well
Our price tag hidden
The wolves half a world away
Panting in my ears, not yours
5/30/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Dark December morning,
Strolling through the half lit city streets,
Dark melody ringing in an empty ears,
Strong north wind blowing the leaves around,
People, cars making their way to work,
Asphalt streets like black river,
Carrying all and everyone to their destination,
Mind keeps flashing back to scenes gone by,
The smells the sounds the gilt comes back,
All around seems like shadows colliding,
Past engulfs the present, erases the moment,
Cigarette burns too fast in the wind,
The seconds fly by but time seems to stand still,
Emotions stuck in the memory’s muddy fields,
The wind seems to pierce straight through the clothes,
Dragging the sick soul filled with antidepressants,
Dragging through the dark river,
Searching for the final destination.
All the best costumes are taken.
So here I am,
dressed up like John Travolta.
Saturday Night Fever,
'cept it's Friday,
and my shoes aren't quite right.
All alone,
in a corner,
on antidepressants,
drinking too much,
and still I can not dance.
Don of Trivia Sir Floccinaucinihilipilification
Popped forty triangular antidepressants for annihilation
But Coagulable antibodies
Made his two Trypophobia toadies
To bounce the castle of Tuffrut in choreomaniac titillation
The leaves have abandoned the trees
Are they cold?
Leopard with out its spots
Does it still feel superior?
Fog that consumed a landscape
Were the clouds feeling lonely?
The snow flake that has a twin
Betrayment of winter
Birds that are tired of making the effort to fly
Perhaps there's more action on the ground
Flowers that are losing their petals faster than they can be replaced
Does anyone sympathize when the sea cries?
Has the sun been on antidepressants since the beginning of time?
Do plants ever wonder what food tastes like?
All that effort and not even a bite?
Natural disasters are Mother Natures rebellious clean up crew
Their the mafia of the nature world
Saying 'don't screw with us'
Only difference being, one has mere strands of hair
While others have a luxurious coat
No wonder why we steal from them
It's full moon
and he is feeling tense
angry
hopeless
and desperate
taking antidepressants
by fists
talking to his
psychiatrist
yelling to his
little kids
to his wife
and to the police
spending the weekend
in jail
howling
like a wounded beast...
pray
for this
poor Wolfman
born with shackles
on hands...
Related Poems