Long Depressant Poems
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Drink deep from an uncaring mother's breast
As the sole consolation prize for the sin of aging
Break yourself upon a wave of malice
Sweeping the unworthy along for a ride
And thus, some men are born as magnets
To attract a certain type to them
How many hammer blows can a sheet take
Before breaking and requiring reforging?
Thus does God cradle me in his lucky embrace
Handing me opportunities perhaps unearned
Allowing me to skate by unscathed in so many ways
In exchange for all the other ways that make it through
A pillar of Luck, both good and bad
To roll one number shy of the winning one
Is also a form of incredible luck
Take solace in knowing you're lucky
Hammer fall, hammer blow
Pound me into mochi and dye me with your matcha
Soft and malleable; a perfect flavor of your choosing
And tear me apart with those perfectly straight teeth
For the sin of overstepping
For the sin of being born lacking chemicals
For the sin of desiring you
For the sin of being one man
Slammed against the ocean floor
An endless rain of hammer blows pounds me into the sand
Worn down by the abrasive crystals
And born anew as sea glass by your wave
"Break yourself upon my wave," you laugh
As six months pass with startling realizations
Craving more, but not from your farm
A brutal tyrant burns down a forest
Your cinnamon poison courses through me
As I forsake medicine in exchange for it
Depressant upon depression
To kill my brain to save my liver
Endlessly gazing forward to stop myself from giving up
When does forward end?
When do I see I spent my life saving myself up
Merely to leave a prettier body behind?
Are you watching, O Sainted Phoenix?
Was forsaking you the event that set me on a cursed timeline?
Was that the moment I should have looked forward
Instead of self-medicating?
Endlessly lost in logic loops
Preventing me from choosing either happiness or despair
Living in a constant state of static stasis
Breaking myself upon your waves.
The life of a manic depressant,
swimming in anxiety and less valued than a peasant.
You don't dream you nightmare,
oh yeah, you dream of an alternative timeline,
where you are happy and all turned out fine.
Missed opportunities were not missed,
you're with that dream girl you never kissed,
your friends are loyal,
and job prospects were never spoiled.
There's a devine light in your life shining bright,
it's all a delight and everything turned out alright.
As you dream this dream the night turns to morning light,
and slowly from your subconscious state you awaken,
and the joyous elements of your dream disintegrate.
The job is lost and that dream girl turns into a ghost,
you're collecting benefit while she stands with her real bloke,
you realise that having nothing is no joke,
the nightmare starts not in your sleep but when you've awoke.
You're now awake but your eyes don't open,
you lay in bed and reflect on that dream,
that ended so mean
after showing you the things you wish your life had seen.
You reluctantly realise that you are a reject, retarded at best,
and how that dream ended is how the day has started,
self hate fills as you lay broken hearted.
You don't open your eyes,
a decision you choose because the back of your eyelids offer better views.
You should feel rested but you're not,
it's anxiety, dread and depressed instead,
the day begins with you worn out and tested,
and you haven't even got dressed yet.
POTD
11/6/2018