sad

depression

in a pitch black room

I'm staring at the ceiling

searching for a reason

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just felt like making an haiku whilst having some bad feelings :-(

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oblivion

Oblivion

By JFarrell

 

As I discard the empty wine bottle

And open my 2nd of the day

It is not without a little regret

That I begin to drink

 

I know this rubbish I drink

Is killing my stomach

Is rotting my teeth

Is (probably) making my depression worse

Is, generally, not good for me

 

But

 

As I finish the 2nd bottle

And go to bed

I will not dream

I will not wake up at 3am

Too scared, too traumatized

To go back to sleep

 

The oblivion offered by drink

(and drugs, if you’re into that kinda thing)

May be an imperfect remedy

But, it is an imperfect environment we live in

And it works (at a cost)

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is not an endorsement or encouragement of alcoholism, just because i'm stupid is no reason for you to be :)

home again

Home again

By JFarrell

 

The radio is the only sound

to hold back the crushing silence.

I’d call out,

But,

What’s the point?

Is it really worth the effort?

Just to hear my own voice back at me.

So, the radio plays,

LBC, a talk channel.

I’m not listening,

I’m taking comfort from the faceless voices,

Braver, than I, they speak out;

They are my company.

I am home, again, with my friends.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i always have lbc on

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Life Ache

Heartbreak, Heartache, Headache, Life-ache!

I just want to be happy

Tell me where do the happy people find it?

I see them smiling and laughing and It baffles me

I've been searching for what seems like ever

And I've been told I deserve it too

But if i deserve it so much the why can't it ever be?

What is it that i have to do?

Where do they find what fills the hole

Or do they get a new heart altogether

No really I want to.know

There's got to be a formula to follow

Something im.missing

Something I'm needing

Because I too want to have those wrinke lines

From all the good ol times

Please tell me how to be happy

Please come and save me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Rough work.

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Unfinished

Sometimes I want to die

Sometimes I see no.point to all of it

And believe me I do try,

To be more calm.and normal and easy to deal.with

But the things in my head

The insecurity the fear

The idea I might be better off dead

Its almost always there

Id like to believe someone cares

But then the voices start laughing

Asking me how can I expect anyone to even dare

To invest in me when I'm not worth loving

This sounds like depression

I know what you'll wanna say

But I'm dealing best i can with my situation

Just taking day by day

It just saddens me that nothing is enough

It maddens me that I'm not that tough

But if you think I'll show that weakness you've got me wrong

Id rather die inside and drown all.alone

Than spill it out so you can say you were right all along.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just wrote this. Was having one of my week moments. I always feel better after I release the negativity swimming in my head. I will be okay, I know it. Please give pointers.

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Genesis

Folder: 
Confessions

I was but a faithless faithful married to my odes

A paradox of love and hate

A chainless slave of death

The master of a destiny roaming down lonesome roads

 

You came one day and I knew what to expect

Dark-red roses and a month for my heart to wreck

Like many of my poems, this love too will come to dust

In the comfort of the night, this bond will start to rust

 

But your light is stronger than my pessimism

Like a blanket in a stormy night, you envelope me

The touch and warmth of your skin tells me to believe again

In the vision of a tomorrow where I’ll never be alone again

 

With your lips, I remember my youth and hopes and dreams

With your hands, you take me back before I began to fear

With your tongue, you breathe life to my long-lost faith in heaven

With your eyes, I begin to hope and love again

 

And so then I took down my Berlin Wall,

Forgetting my sorrow and fear to fall

The Cold War is now over and the Sun has come

Here comes the Summer I've waited years to come

 

A puzzle I want to unravel,

You upped my curiosity

You bring more questions than answers

Testing my long-held tenacity

 

Years of reasons have finally abandoned my sanity

What is left is your voice and the visions of our promises

Gone are the days I preferred Rand and Hegel than your predictable daily updates

I now only crave for your fucked-up emojis and monotonous 'Hi's' and 'Hey's'

 

Wreathe me with your holy Marian poetry

As I undress my Peregrine peculiarity

Cast away the bedlam of the world

And cover me with your celestial words

 

If this love is a game of dark and light

Take me to Bethlehem where the stars breathe life

I'll lead you to my deepest sorrow

Off to Gethsemane our hearts shall go

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My first poem in 3 years!!!

Please do read. This is about the beginning of the romance I am with right now. 

Please do comment and provide reviews. THANK YOU.

I am a whisper of tears

can you hear me 

i am the whisper of tears

the nothing

floating in a sea

one two three 

dont blink 

dont blink

 covered in a flood 

stumble stumble fall

get up 

wake up 

the reality 

nothing is as it seems

sinking sinking melting away 

in shame 

in pain 

its only a game 

its only a game 

dont blink 

try not to sink 

its lame 

we all play this game 

this simple game of deciet 

ravished 

torn 

repeat 

till there is defeat 

shaking in misery 

laying there still breathing 

white flag raised 

no dont give up 

sew together the seem 

make it new 

blank sheet 

go again start fresh 

 

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Wilting Rose

Folder: 
Creativity

Since I met you on that musty day,

you were my lamp,

you lit the way.

"Me?", I pondered, for it was I you chose,

I've always been a wilting rose.

 

A blooming love,

emerging from it's bud,

a true gift from above.

It pains me to see it was I you chose,

I'll always be a wilting rose.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My mind produces amazing art when tragedy strikes.

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Last Day?

Into the depths of despair I succumb,

 

not knowing which one thy will be done.

 

With hope bleak and options none...

 

forsake this day for I'll be gone.

                                                                                                       RBJr

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