Short Depressant Poems

I may act like a quixotic adolescent,
But at least I’m not a depressant....

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My anti depressant is Time only,
because I've been down for so long it looks like up to me....

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I wanted to take anti-depressant
By mistake I took anti-perspirant. 
Sadly, I'm not  in a cheerful mood,
But, I'm smelling pretty good!...

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Worry and pain
Wind and rain
Masks and cleaners
A porch with boxes
Movies about dreamers
Still a natural anti-depressant
Above the juicer in the cabinet
Yes wine summons but more for the heart
Dark chocolate beckons
Powders, cookies and bars
And those luscious sprinkles from the stars...

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Are you in blues? Read ''In the Calm of Blue"
The best anti-depressant,is it not true  ?
She churns out ambrosia for the thirsty bards,
Her golden pen is always ready to lead the queens of words.
Her poems bring for us the nectar of divine bliss
Pandita Sanchez, your poems I cannot afford to miss....

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My pen bleeds
through ink veins
My pen tells
truth that stains
My pen kills 
hopes and dreams
My pen swims
in malign streams
My pen ignites
flames at night
My pen explodes
like lethal dynamite
My pen swallows
anti-depressant pills
My pen displays
my poetic skills
My pen lives, 
faint hearts cry
My pen dies,
so do I...

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I am currently in training to be a psychopath.
Don't laugh, a psychopath isn't necessarily bad,
There are many psychopaths out there who are highly functional,
despite not having any conscience at all,
or their inability to feel anything emotional.
Finding my inner psychopath I believe will be my salvation.
One can't feel depressed when one can't feel depression....

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She lies in slumber
pending release,
in Gaia’s womb.
Case of needles;
rutilated quartz,
hair of angels
contrives balance;
administrating pleasure and pain,
essence of yin and yang.

She blesses her own
with self-control,
willpower,
protection...
Mother Nature’s
anti-depressant
miracle;
strength of composition,
she is air and fire.
...

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im a quickthinking hardheaded son of a gun 
i sleep in the day and worship the night
carpe dium has nothing on carpe noctum
im the reason you cant sleep 
im the one who'll make you weep
im a manic depressant
dont tell me to be happy
im bipolar and overemotional
im unorganised and lazy 
i tear up my cloths 
i take to long getting ready
i smile when im in pain 
and laugh when i want to cry...

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