Best Depressants Poems

she is everything you have seen in the movies
crayola hair
velvet dress
sugar in her veins
tears glued to her face
she fingerpaints the kitchen walls like a little girl and tapes their polaroids to every surface

he is every music video you've memorized
always humming something sweet
he lights all her...

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Prozac Nation, dated September 8th, 2001
became the film that reminded some that
these days that we live in, with cell phones
that make us capable of connecting in a flash
mean we've broken our pencils and torn up
our stationary where letters once were dashed
off of the tops of...

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Some people will always call you this
and that, and refer to you in metaphors
which can break the vocabulary
wardrobe.
They will say how you'll never be loved
or get love, rise up, succeed, dream,
find happiness, be normal....
These words will seep so deeply
in you, making you believe that their
color...

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I am attempting to be sure to exercise patience...
In my former hell I was writing, reading, smoking, pleading, meditating, and waiting

I manifested the move- I worked for it. 
Then boom! I get here, I'm working immediately, I am thinking things will just come to me...

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Growing up with my grandparents wasn’t so great,
Having to hold onto so much weight.
While my mother was “at school”,
And my father acting like a fool,
I only hoped someone could open the gates.

At some point my mother came back,
But there was something that I lack.
When I...

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You tell me I gotta bite the bullet.
Then you turn around and chant “Pull it! Pull it!”
Because you’re not the one diseased.
Teased.
Seized.
So you don’t really care if the trigger gets squeezed.
You sit in your chair studying my thoughts, my every word.
Notepad in hand, scribbling your...

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Every day I'm battling depression just trying to get my number straight
World on my shoulders so how could I be under weight?
Stopped taking anti depressants, cause they made me feel worse
Gave them a fair shot but I was still hurt
If I get one more prescription...

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The mood stabilizer, and 
Crushed air.
The hurt of thoughts, for 
Our songs of care.

But, 
I’m so happy, because
Today, I found my friends, 
They’re in my head. And
I’m not gonna crack.

Swiftly now, 
Through our veins
It swims.
Anti-depressants, 
…Our favorite sins.

Sing and dance, for 
Worries have no control.
The...

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Some say it began with the Jehovah's Witnesses
ingesting sacred substances with the Rastafarians.
Others say that could not possibly be true or false.

What emerged one sultry August Town Council evening
when half the town had found some sleep:

We believe that direct and indirect health outcomes
derived from use...

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by Mark Miller © 06/15/2014

Signs stained white written by twilight's blacken Knight,
Raining silent sights depressants drown the conscience might-
Feeling venereal waves sullen air on standing skin shivers 
Ridding stallions frailty of fear scorn folly appears,
Warning scent of scowl substance -
Seeking in cause and effect applies...

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I'm Level Headed
Electric
Magnetic
Eclectic
Expressions
Magnetic Connection 
That Make Head Spins
Like A Exorcist
Using Fire As My Element
As It's Best Essence 
Magnificent Aggression 
Persistent To Contesting
Any Detesting What's Destined
Ambigous Reflection
Of My Extensive Complexion
Optimistic Stresses
Positive Settings
Inside My Mental Cortex Processing
Directing The Fetish Of My Successes
Majestic Or Impressive Beauty In Me...

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People ask me why I hang 
out with Burroughs and Bukowski 
they have this picture of me
this image, they assume 
knowledge and scholarship 
on the subject of ME
Yet those who understand 
art, or think they do 
know there is more to
Mona Lisa then her smile
Depth...

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In my kitchen alone on the floor i cry
anti depressants not working
people pulling for my happiness
and yet i am sad because i lack the personality i desire to try
i feel like a victom
in a world where everyone is the fool
in my mind i remember a...

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When I was thirteen years young, I filleted my upper right thigh.
47 times.
In one night.
In one hour.
I wrote suicide notes,
Every night. 
I folded them up and put them in a drawer where the hid.
Similar to the thoughts in the back cabinet of my mind. 
Dusty...

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Her heart has never kept love for so long,
because her Ex's never let her.
She's had anti-depressants and tissues
under her study room lampshade.
Even in the brightest of afternoons,
she looked like waking up at 5 a.m.
Life had become too heavy,
she could feel herself sinking to the ground....

But...

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