Gender: Unspecified Location: The Last Circle of Hell
Little Poem of Depression
Right, so on St. Valentine's Day, I always get really depressed. Dunno why, its just an annual thing. Might have something to do with I never have a girlfreind on that day...
But I digress. I wrote a poem that day. It might be slightly depressing, but since I have nothing better to do, here you go.
Damned of St. Valentine
Discourse on this blood red day,
I told them,
I warned them,
They said they'd never pay.
Those same lay dead
This St. Valentine's Day.
Brutal Murder was their fate,
No longer intertwined with mine,
Not that I would mind such fate
But to kill me would be too kind.
Now riots spring up,
Revolution with new cause,
"Overthrow the corrupt"
Scream they, little did they know
They would be their own fall.
The St. Valentine's Rebellion failed,
Not to the world's surprise.
However,
As much as this can be surmised.
Discourse on that blood red
Was not the work of one man
But by a mob of fickle humans
That now lay dead, Valentine's damned.
Hearts are red, that much is true,
Hearts are of blood,
And blood is of war,
And hearts are of love.
So is love of war?
Or war of love?
Good and bad,
I do not differatiate.
One cannot exist without
The other
And if blood fuels the heart,
Then does war fuel love?
If so, blood is good.
So the massacre this day
Was not in vain.
Though that offers little comfort
To humans,
Red themselves,
Though in shame.
As I said, slightly depressing. Good thing was, I got hammered that night, so it all worked out fine.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Last Circle of Hell
Right...This next poem is from pure, unadulturated anger. Its very personal, and, although I'll take constructive critisisim, make fun of it and risk a) castration, b) spadation, and c) having your throat slit and blood drank.
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As I wallow here in depression
I think about past things
That I have done and had done to me.
A tear, alone and emotionless,
Falls from an unwilling eye,
Smudging this poem.
Why do I even bother?
No one gives a flying f*ck
Who wants someone elses burden
To add to their own?
Humans are vain, ignorant, and selfish.
They try to preserve themselves from
The imment, looming, inevitable decay
that we have named
Death.
I have no fear of Death
Because death is un-avoidable
I die with each breath,
I die with each step,
Each sip,
Each kiss.
I die.
What the f*ck are we trying to prove
when we aviod death?
That we're superior?
We think we can beat death,
But we cant,
You dont think about death,
Until you meet him,
Face to face,
Eye to eye,
And then...
Black.
Nothing.
Emptyness.
Death is imminent,
Death is impending,
Death is inevitable,
Death is everywhere,
Death's domain is.
Gender: Unspecified Location: The Last Circle of Hell
Prison of Reputation
In this prison of society
This block of teenage polity
There is a girl who shares
This cell
But I have never dared approach.
She's clever
She's beautiful
She's all of the above.
She's my perfect companion
Perhaps my one true love.
But I never have approached her
there is a simple reason why;
Her freinds? no,
Her parents? wrong,
Its simply because I'm shy.
Oh, you may think that with
these words
I'm romantic, that I'm outgoing,
But your wrong.
I usually keep to my own,
A tiny corner, my own mind's haven
Blocked from the outside world.
I wish to touch her,
To hold her,
To kiss her,
But in this fateful cell block
We are destined
to never
cross paths,
Lest the mongers talk.
For this is the reality
Unfortunatly.
So in fair Verona
we do not set our
scene.
So she sits, looking expectantly,
Knowing what I'm about to say
"So," says I, shifting my feet,
"I guess I'll see you
in Geometry, ok?"