Art Depression Poems

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.” 
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet

Love, where travels thou diminishing shade?
This...

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I’m craving a smoke

I’m craving a drag, a poisonous and toxic puff of smog

to fill my empty lungs to

pass the time to

feel the burn in...

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I want to write something beautiful for you
How can when all I am is ugly?
Grab a mirror just to be sure
Reflecting sunsets and puppies
Can something...

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A lady in a Victorian dress,
Next to an old printing press.
Within a gloomy writing lair,
Falling down the abyss of despair.

I can see the tempest in...

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The world plunged into darkness, on the day you said goodbye.

You were my sun and you were my moon,
You was the light in every room.

Time...

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People dine, I know I know
they also die
mostly old people
I know
there seems no fixed rule
to this dance with death
I do not like this one bit
or...

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She's a rhapsodic tale of might
beyond falu dynamics sailing
through heartbreak's stormy
strikes and Lupus fight. 
In an exchange of blows with 
darkness, she steams in granite,...

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"SIGNS OF SORROW." 

My heart is heavy,
My spirit's weak,
I feel like I can't go on,
I feel like I can't speak.

My eyes are clouded,
My mind is...

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Why would I - the maker of this:
desiccated and barren effigy, 
the devastated architect of this 
biological monstrosity -
want to end the great work?

I ask...

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Depression made me so blue
Ocean blue I'm free falling in the depth of despair
Royal paint inherited from the King of Kings but I always forget...

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About two on a Friday morning
Here I am lying on the floor 
My reflection on a tilted photo seeping

Through the frame while I'm laying 
still,...

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Agony of heart ,
diseases of this world ,
full of pain has taken my body ;
soul is ready to give up ,
seeing such brutality and reality,
I...

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and so our hero, the artist, 
forlorn as his palette, 
then sat down
to reconsider his life
not long having stepped back
from his paintings
only to find all...

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How could you do that to yourself?
You don't even have the slightest idea of how it felt.
You are just making things up,
You have no idea...

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Under the intense fog, blurry regime of the city street
Over the condense hope, starry night on the sky fleet
...

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