the hole you left in my chest
a seed of unknowingness
slowly growing across my breast
engulfing me and whatever’s left
inside this vast nothingness
a void devoid of your presence
an inevitable evanescence
leaving only the essence
of longing depressants
Categories:
depressants, depression, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
My devilish mausoleum painted
with bloodcurdling remains
Cobweb gives spine-tingling
in mummified body
Tonyx
The knowledge of necromancy
- unknown X ?
Macabre beasts, tyrannize
a world of exorcism
Anti depressants !
The galaxy grows cold and poor
GoRe, gorE ... GoOOOre
- destroy the planet
Haunted xanadu didilduX
Categories:
depressants, angst, philosophy,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer
I was dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer
when a young woman stopped me,
and said, “Madame, you are superbe.”
She told me twice, Madame you are superbe
But I didn’t feel superb.
Hadn’t for a long time, if ever at all.
How is superb supposed to feel
when you're dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer?
Later I visited my doctor to
ask if there was anything she could give for
treatment of the human condition; explain the
woman had told me I was superbe.
The doctor laughed, and said
there was nothing for it I could take,
apart from anti-depressants,
if you're depressed, are you, not superb?
She asked if I needed to take a break. Shall I sign you off, she said?
Maybe some time spent, alone in bed?
No, I said. She suggested I chose values,
acceptance, rebellion, indifference or hope.
I went away, bemused
realising there is no choice
to be made, you need all values
in your armour to face despair
when you’re dancing in Boulogne Sur mer.
Categories:
depressants, allegory, allusion, analogy, anxiety,
Form: Rondeau Redouble
Educational systematic analysis idiocy,
cogs to craft humans into mice chasing cheese.
Stand sit raise hand or don’t speak,
and we decide your level of stupidity.
Shake your head as I curl thy lips,
you were crafted in the same assembly.
Oh please tell me your thoughts,
on government,
homosexuality,
color,
or whatever irrelevant tarnish thy ship anchor.
Pathetic excuse for a husk,
I care not what you squeak rodents.
Learn to earn lest be scorned thy cheddar,
ignorant overpopulated demographic.
Pour out your clown cars,
circus gets better and better,
wonder why you need anti depressants.
I don’t hahaha.
Categories:
depressants, america, change, dark, depression,
Form: Free verse
I want to cry. I long to smile.
Some feeling to wash over me for a while.
Scrolling, relentlessly with my thumb.
Every other part of my body and mind, numb.
'Life is for living', that's what they said.
On the days I was thankful just to exit my bed.
Chasing some feelings locked in a screen.
Staring mundanely at an imaginary dream.
Opportunities abundant. Adventures galore.
Making my bed is a tortuous chore.
Insufferable details. Daily life lessons.
I'll get to those after my anti-depressants.
Getting through the day with a 'comfortably fine'.
No highs. No lows. Simply passing the time.
I want to cry. I want to feel joy.
That ship has left port. Raise the anchor. Ahoy.
Categories:
depressants, angst, anxiety, dark, depression,
Form: Rhyme
on wednesdays when you emerged from sadness
after taking anti-depressants
from all pharmacies in the neighborhood
something upset you?
I think they are the ghosts of your traumas
that won't let you sleep.
well your wrong things didn't bother me
or the insistence on always planning
an organized world with no place for me.
I've been away from these psychological wars,
my poisons and defensive weapons fit
on the tip of a dwarf's little finger.
maybe your ghosts are saying booooo.
but no matter what could have been,
it's much better without you.
Categories:
depressants, loss, lost, lost love,
Form: Free verse
It's time for Christmas trees
and bright lights.
No Christmas color here,
my world black N white.
Sunny Southern Cali,
No chance of snow,
No Santa this year,
he has no get up and go.
Broke no money;
to buy gifts and presents,
I think I might need,
some Anti- depressants.
No stuffing of stockings,
going on here,
Just another lonely day,
will play it by ear.
No smiles, no laughter,
silence thru out the house,
I'm cold and lonely,
and poor as a mouse.
No frosty the snowman,
outside my window sill,
Isolation and loneliness,
the coldness of a chill.
No cookies, no fudge,
no Christmas pie,
No Saint Nick,
or a twinkling of an eye.
My sisters and friends,
make sure I have some gifts,
They stop by,
my spirit they try to lift.
All I can say,
it's been one hell of a year,
I dug down deep,
can't find my Christmas cheer.
I say the sooner the year,
is over the better,
This is my Christmas,
Dear John Letter.
TURBO1904
Categories:
depressants, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Sore without
You Are depressants beyond descriptive
This place misplaced
Beyond missing displaced
You disappeared beyond mid-air
Alas you were just here
Now you're gone you disappeared
You were just a vapor in the air
Like to win like the air here invisible
10/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr ©
Categories:
depressants, analogy, life, longing,
Form: Free verse
Prozac Daze
The eighties were a haze of
Prozac daze and sleepless nights
panic stricken midnight flights!
Razor cuts into the vein
not to lose, not to gain
simply just to ease my pain.
Mania’s maddening! Depression kills!
Anti-depressants-Pills! Pills! Pills!
Stomach pumped! Failed again!
Please forgive me for my sin
Psychiatrist say’s, “ Just forget!”
Damn his wry, sardonic wit!
Once is all I can survive!
When I’m dead I’m still alive!
End this agonizing phase!
Deliver me from Prozac daze!
Categories:
depressants, crazy, dark, depression, drug,
Form: Rhyme
Depression is a battle
Some people try and fight it
And just say it ****
That people are going
Trough the hard way
Just go astray
From reality
Just to get caught
Using anti depressants that
Never hardly work
There just a additive
Drug use
The police is
Just put in to a
Mental health hospital
To have the get more
Depressed and kill them
Selves
Categories:
depressants, 9th grade, addiction, depression,
Form: Free verse
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 now,
She feels loved by earth and sky,
without holding any emotion back.
It's hard for her to differentiate a Monday
from a Saturday.
She can soar above her challenges,
and experience happiness everywhere she goes....
She's an eagle!
Categories:
depressants, change, courage, deep, emotions,
Form: Free verse
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 tried to let out my voice,
She saw it only as noise,
And in return she gave me a smack.
She forced me to move out of the house,
I was running around like a mouse.
Burning plant was used to let herself loose,
Alcohol was her form of abuse,
The pillows were quickly douse.
My father quickly came and picked me up,
However, I was still down in the dumps.
After the therapies and baker-act,
I was still abstract.
Taking anti-depressants with water in a cup.
That’s when I began to write letters.
And slowly but surely I got much better,
It helped me let out stress,
Just as much as playing chess,
Happiness engulfed me like a sweater.
Now I have exceeded everyone’s expectations,
As they stop and stare at my creations.
They said I wouldn’t make it anywhere,
But now they’re the ones who glare.
A celebration across the nation.
Categories:
depressants, absence, child abuse, childhood,
Form: Limerick
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 is your color.
You actually become what they say...
My dear,
that's not how the real world actually works.
Some people will love you,
and others hate you. This means someone
somewhere really loves, adores, and admires you
for who you really are.
Throw away the anti-depressants, 24 hour sad soap
opera routine, sad songs, suicidal thoughts.....and anything
weighing you down.
Feel your inner power and sense of belonging,
and levitate in Bliss,
rising above it; the world.
Date of Entry: 06/09/2016
Categories:
depressants, encouraging, hope, imagery, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
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 Infested
Acceptance Is Your Confession
For Questioning My Excellence
They Digested Depressants
In Intestines
For Depression
Cause Of Accepting I'm Better
Categories:
depressants, encouraging, humorous, nursery rhyme,
Form: Free verse
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 our heads and sent on
with sentiments read by bifocaled heads
of grandparents who would soon be dead
yet were there for the time, there to remind us
why we're alive and we're living in a time
of Prozac and Ambian and some form of Xanax
We've become a people dependent on our drugs
where we once depended on our minds, our hearts,
the souls that sought out Jesus instead of
the cluttered cabinets of painkillers and anti-depressants,
everything that seems to replace the true person
with a desensitized, artificial, contrived individual
only surviving the times with stockpiles of prescriptions
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Categories:
depressants, addiction, drug,
Form: Free verse
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