Best Depressionheart Poems
i've chased dragons of destruction ever since i was conceived
perversion skewed my thoughts and turned the pure into obscene
the clean was made quite dirty and the good was made quite bad
while laughter was around me still the happy turned to sad
fear it filled my broken heart and hate came to the rescue
iniquity out of innocence...i rose like hannibal lector
haphazardly put together thin sticks turned into steel...a rabbits mind turned ravenous soon blood would have to spill
my heart got pierced with arrows...made of flesh now turned to stone
with wrath and vengeance in my soul i had to walk alone
way down in the valley this predator stalked its prey...while looking deep into their eyes they knew it was their final day
demons stayed behind me...i could hear their taunts and laughs
while i was chasing dragons destruction was my path
dragons of delusion and dragons of disease...the dragons of addiction were caught too easily
the hunter was the hunted and the master was the slave
i don't chase destructive dragons cause they're really chasing me
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You look at the knife in front of you
And you think about the few
The few who you asked for help
To make this ice around your heart melt
But all have failed you
And in your mind you knew
That there was no hope
That no matter what you couldn't cope
Cope with this pain in side
The pain that you all ways try to hide
But in truth you can see
That ever knows that your in need
And some come foward to help
But your heart has yet to melt
So you stare at the knife
This knife that will decide the rest of your life
Finally you'll think of me
And then you will truly see
That I can help you with you need
So you look away
So you can live on and stay
Form:
Suddenly,wild flames thud out
Of our little kerosene lamp
Mocking flames danced on me
With expertise. their hungry mouths
Ate my perfumed flesh in glee
My manful cries went heaven high
That aunt Priscilla came running wild
That Wednesday night of 10 November
Began my song of painful plea
Goat burnt skin as soft plum peeled
Sneering scissors thrust stubborn gauze and
Red rain rush quickly out, then
When on it iodine oil is released
Tormenting pains my body feel it's when
I begin, my songs of painful plea
My mouth tore in anguished laughter
Myself been prisoner of frustrating pains
When my eyes beheld my white hands
And my skin embellished with ugly scars
My soul could not but raise that song
My song of painful plea
My song of painful plea
Echoes loud across the sky
For my heart made fragments
Of peaceful past, and a
Library of scars in each tiny half
My heart will take no more
For I've done no wrong
Let happiness be a distant dream
To them who adulterated our kerosene.
My song of painful plea.
Her screams tore through the air like lightning.
The heavens heard in horror.
The air collapsed under the noise as if to clap.
My heart jumped.
The pain was destroying my interior.
I tried to collect my being,
for if I hadn't it might have been my last move.
The pain of anger ragged over me.
God heard my pleas but ignored.
I prayed what I hoped would be my last prayer.
Tears splashed off the atmosphere,
And flowed like I ragging river.
I sat in the darkness.
An Armageddon couldn't break the dead silence.
I prayed and focused for my heart to stop.
My heart and anger ragged like a fire from hell.
I hoped that I would combust.
My instinct was to scream in horror,
But my body wouldn't allow me.
My body lay so still as if to be a statue.
My brain dreamed of images of horrific scenes of death.
My blood ran hot with anger.
The devil seemed to posses me.
I begged the universe to destroy me or her.
I couldn't hold myself.
I blacked out from furiousness.
My heart ran cold for her being.
My brain wandered.
Possibilities became clear.
Something vital became immanent.
The real monster was myself.
I wish I could forgive you
My heart melts at the despicability of the crime
But you just won’t confess it
Wont prove it, you are wrong
My eyes lunge for your apology
My heart’s soul is so pure
It’s the reason it goes easy on you
And I try to remember
Yes you have screamed
Yes you have not cared
Then I think again, another pitiful excuse lies ahead
And I breathe and breathe and wish
Will anyone come?
One with such quality and fun
Such purity and coolness to never be gone?
No, I won’t kill hope
But I’ll strive towards the forsaken end
With the broken heart beat, just to
Just to see it again, a friend
Despair is a desperate denial to cope
It’s the fundamental essence of losing hope
Despair’s process begins with something aspired
The breeding ground of being inspired
You believe in a dream with no limitation
And, your heart is filled with anticipation
Something happens, and it all falls through
So, your sunken heart knows not what to do
Your total being comes under suspicion
And, out the window goes all you ambition
Your reflection in the mirror shows nothing at all
And, your self-esteem begins to drastically fall
All of the sudden, you just don’t care
And, this, you see, is called despair
Darkness-Noah Holden
My heart is cold and nothing, but darkness flows in,
Through the tunnel of darkness within my soul it seems there is no end,
My heart chained down by the chains of depression and pain,
When darkness falls it falls and it seems to forever rein,
Within my soul there is nothing, but clouds of despair,
The stench and odor of darkness and death is in the air,
My heart is darker than the darkness of the night,
The darkness will consume and destroy any light,
My soul is as dark, cold and lonely as can be,
Nobody, but god himself can release this darkness from me,
The darkness pumps from my heart through my body with each beat,
The darkness spreads from the top of my head to the soles of my feet,
The darkness enters my eyes which is known as the soul windows,
Within my body from my heart and in my bloodstream is where to darkness flows,
The darkness drips from me every time I bleed,
I’m tired of the darkness and pain I just want to be freed,
Form:
I question my heart and wait
are you my heart or hers?
I am the heart that can't hate
I only will be the heart she prefers
Leave me I don't need a heart
I need only a soul to live
You are where my pains start
and where boats of my life dive
Dear, my heart you only need a heart
Like no one want's to get stuck in a valley:
A hollow or surface depression of the earth
Bounded by hills or mountains,the earth's bottompit,
So goes the story of my good friend struggling in:
THE VALLEY OF LIFE
He can't fail,he tells himself
Worn out but still spurred on
Determined to make his mark in life
He is expected not to go far at all
He still keeps his head above the water
Afraid to drown, cos he can't swim
Scuttling to dry land like a lost chick
Chickened out once, but not this time
Prepared to take on any adversity
Arms akimbo,ready for the strifes
A strong man he is , but inside he's a mess
Fighting a life long battle
Muscling his way out of this state
Fought battles,now he's faced with storms
Breaking down barriers has become a hobby
His headway keeps changing its position
Suddenly it strikes him real hard
At last his head and heart reach an accord
But alas,even his heart is divided
About right and wrong,on up and down
Drowning his last glass of liquor
Calls for more,but its all gone
He smiles and dejavou hits him
He sees his life in the situation at hand
At fourty-four and nothing to show
Used to best ,now refuses to come last
He wants to prove his mettle,leave the ghetto
A dream he has had for thirty years
Many have given up on him,though he still sees the light
Suddenly their is power outage,the power goes out
Now its darkness he sees,dejavou all over again
At the brink of success,disaster strikes
He stands up and walks out
He stretches his arms to the sky
He screams, "i've had enough","take me now lord"
Then power is restored,lights back again
He pockets his hands,shakes his head and walks away.
It all started with a countdown from ten...
My own self-destruction shall begin
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
From trying to get hired
To trying NOT to get fired
Jesus! I can't control all this rage
Should I let the beast out of his cage?
As I struggle in this maze
I'm forever in a daze
I've been struggling for thousands of days
Been hurt in thousands of ways...
I get to nine
I'm starving but refuse to dine
Thirsty but refuse to drink wine
It hurts but I never whine
I thought life was sweet but it's sour like lime
This mountain I can't climb
Add good plus good it equals bad all the time...
Now that I'm at eight
Im far from straight
More like crooked
I had infinite patience but something took it
Maybe trials and tribulations
Lead to my anger accumulation
Which causes my heart to harden
Oh! Has the devil smarten...
Seven
Before I self destruct will I reside in heaven?
Does my best outweigh my worst?
I have words for the Lord and Satan but who shall I speak to first...?
I get down to six
But I don't have that many picks
When I die on Earth I shall leave my wits
No I take it back, I'll need those
So in my casket dress me in comfortable clothes...
Halfway at five
I no longer feel alive
I strive
To quicken my pace to an even stride
I'm having a meltdown, is it really worth living?
I possess a gift, is it really worth giving?
Not at all because I never take
Have my cake and eat it too, but I refuse to bake
Speaking of bake, it's hot
Like 100 degrees fareinheit
Or should I say farein-hot?
Maybe not...
Now I'm at four
As my heart beats slowly in my chest
My spirit beats on Death's door
I shall struggle no more
The bloody battles
The gore
This scripture is my farewell lore...
Now the number is three
As my worries grow tall as Eden's tree
But my grave won't be in that garden
With Adam and Eve
I beg your pardon...
But that's two bodies
My magic number
I collapse on the floor
Drifting into a slumber
I close my eyes
My spirit rose to the skies...
I never made it to one
Meltdown is complete
Entity level is none...none...none..
Locked Inside
the real person is affraid
to face all the lies
and scars that i have made
lost and betraid i walk alone
my muted thoughts become unknown
i hear a voice the piercing words which linger in my head
my heart is beating but there is no pulse and i feel like im already dead
with a razor i connect the stars
which leaves the patterns of my scars
and the pain in my heart
kills the desire
to love as i watch myself burn in the fire
my heart starts to ake
as i lye there awake
and the memoreies replay
as i slowly decay
the fire burned out and left nothing but coal
as they cast the power of death on my soul..
-Spencer Coggsdale
Today, tomorow, my heart still filled with
sorrow, today, tomorow, i still remain
hallow.
Hi my name is x, y do i continue
remainin a step behind z? A! B yourself c,
nothing could d e your self esteem, i
asked him f you think of the best in me,
g.. i never noticed my untapped potential.
Today, tomorow, my heart still filled with
sorrow, today, tomorow, i still remain
hallow.
H i j k? L m i going to die lonely? Not
alone, i could grab a stone and hit 20
peeps before its even trown, n ill die
lonely in this throne, o i forgot that ive
grown persisant, more resiliant, more
resistant, im tired of p i need to get out
of this q!
Today, tomorow, my heart still filled with
sorrow, today, tomorow, i still remain
hallow.
R you listening, my use to be low spark
is glissening, s i go to find my future i
hoped not to get lost in the present
becouse alot of things have past. T will
sooth my mind to never mind of things
that remind me of u v w. My name is x, y
do i remain a step behind z?
Only the Heart... Can see through the Lies... Betrayal... Fear and Regret...
Only the Soul... Can find Love through the Darkness and Pain...
Sometimes you give your Heart and Soul... and it comes back to you...
Sometimes you give it... and it is never returned...
Feeling the failure... Anger... Sorrow... The regret... Fear...
Pain... and Loneliness... How do we ever go on?
When your Heart and Soul are dying... When you cannot endure anything more...
When your Heart is black and cold... When you are dead inside...
How do we ever go on?
Form:
My heart aches when I behold
my blood trading me for gold
So is it when a friend of foe
contributes to my woe
Even those I confided in
I was shocked to
see them as Judas
who bartered christ for silver
Now I know humans
They are like cactus tree
If you lean on it
It will drink your blood
His heart is serpent
disguised with a flowering face
If you see a man
and a beast
Spare the beast
Kill the man
The snake that tempted
man might be saved
Let tortured be man
He is a rat
Not a friend of cat
Alas! You are a traitor man.
Loneliness,
brought upon myself.
My' Grass is greener" mentality
Is the reason why I'm sitting here on
Thanksgiving lonely.
I cook, not your typical meal,
Spaghetti with chunks of Veal.
A lone soldier,
are these feelings real?
stressed,
these emotions hard to conceal..
distraught,
Do you feel me?
Over time my heart will heal,
can you hear the lyrics my heart is singing.
My depression, so surreal.
On this lonely Thanksgiving holiday....
Jared Pickett
11/27/09
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