Nostalgia Depression Poems

In realms of ink and paper, I once roamed,
A character lost, in stories I'd been loaned.
But as I tread the paths, both dark and grand,
I...

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A few things represent me:
The color grey for example,
She's a beaute, isn't she?
I've felt drawn to her, especially when my soul had been just that,...

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A zapped mallet 
She wields in her feeble hands 
Every heart is nailed...

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Sundry torrents ask me for nonsense,
Veiled cloaks hovering in cinnabar sunsets, 
Hovering evenly in evening’s evanescence.

Nostalgia reaping neurons from presence,
So stress rapes neurons from futures,
Plans...

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Finely-tuned eyes; transparent disguise
Charisma in lies concealing blue eyes
I know you’ll have questions for likely suspects
You’ll squeeze all your snitches for everything left

But, reading this...

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Anxiously awaiting conclusions of trials
Dishonesty fading with passage of time
Veracity revealed in knowing smiles 
Poetry occluding the truth in a rhyme

Blissfully following my feet in...

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I, was created
by the dance of nostalgia and stupid pride
I, held captive by eyes
Pinned me down and shaped my style

I suit up and fade out
to...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
         here and there:  even the last flower...

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Melancholy comes to some of us oftentimes in fall.
Days descend sooner into darkness; winter nears.
Perhaps melancholy has to do with lack of sunlight,
but no, it’s...

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Songs of fire and flames
Now wail a cry of ash and remnants

Momnuments we laughed upon
Now symbolize ruins and remembrance

1000 winters freeze my face in one...

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it's out of my reach

it slipped through my fingers

it's on the tip of my tongue

it's buried under my thoughts

just out of sight

was it purpose, light?

I...

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Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams…

Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken...

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Though they were so few,
For the rest of my life I shall rue:
How life swept our memories away,
How I matter less, with each passing day....

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Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. 

We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams....

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Why must enjoyable times wither?
On Sunday, the flowers flourish,
Yet on Monday, they perish.

Time flies
To an ether unknown
With weeping eyes.
The lion’s groan
To the lover, cries.
All flesh...

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