Depression Old Poems

The old facts lie, the old truth dies
Everything needs update
The new facts open our eyes
Revisionism is great
New lemming-minded must observe
This harsh reality
The world we thouroughly...

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Haunting loneliness
Keeps me awake
Nothing hurts more
Then endless heartache

My sadness is 
my only friend
Where, Oh, where 
Have you been

Nobody cares
For me but you
Nobodies there
For me it's true

When...

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inner struggles
from traumatic times
in small old towns
outsiders wonder
why she holds onto it
meanwhile she's been searching 
for a place to put it down...

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THE CUP OF WINE
My life is drowning in sorrow, tears rollover my face every time I look at the difficult situation I have to go...

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Please keep it down, I can’t think straight,
Putting thoughts in my head,
I don’t know how much more I can take,
These voices they have control of...

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I stood in the old church,
At the back, near the entrance,
I haven't set foot in that church over the years,
It could be over thirty years...

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Same Old Hell

Back in the same old hell-
Back with the same old dwell.
A palace stuck in time, 
A house without a rhyme.
The devil creeps ever...

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The Devil's House

The house has lived for centuries, 
on grim and dismal ground. 
And when you've reached inside, 
the dust and demons come around. 

The...

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Being an old soul,
In a new soul kind of world,
Not advisable....

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Hey old friend 
I miss you so much 
I have been drinking so much for sober thoughts
I have been reading to stop thinking 
I now...

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what should i do without you
the sound of silence kills me
those precious moments gather dust
life stands still in darkness
apple pie comes unmade, roses wilt, bourbon...

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How does it sound when Rimbaud rocks and Baudelaire has got the Blues? 
When Verlaine vibes to the beat and Apollinaire to arpeggios?
Bistro Bohème tries...

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I'm living when I can hardly stand the life I've led so far.
When giving is the hand that reaches out to leave the scar.
With none...

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AWAY WITH THE FAIRIES

How do I know if I really have dementia
When remembering my name is the goal
Others maybe too kind to say the word
How...

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Ingredients:

~ A pint of stress
~A cup of anxiety 
~A tablespoon of guilt
~A pinch of regret
~A dash of hopelessness
~A sprinkle of self-doubt

Directions:

- Mix all the ingredients...

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