Little Poem of Depression

Two more poems...

Finished Falling

I fall
Through a dreamworld
my fantasies
now true

I fall
Through depression
Dark and dank are
all my thoughts

I fall
Wind rushes past me
a cool breeze
on my face

I fall
Never wanting this to end
You in my arms
one last time

I fall
Forever this way
Happiness
overwhelms

Now I'm finished falling
And I want to jump off
Another ten stories
But I know that
the first fall
is the best of them all

So instead I dig
I dig until;
I've hit rock bottom.

And another smaller one...

My New Eraser/No More Eraser/F*cked/Eraser

I want to erase
the past
But its etched to deep

I want to erase
myself
But I've lost my eraser

I want to erase
you
but you were my eraser

So I've gone to the
liquor store
and got a harsher
eraser.

ahhahaa... nice one... I want to have one eraser too... 😂

Here's one that I didn't write, but I think its pretty cool.

Dancing Towards Bethlehem

If there is only enough time in the final
minutes of the twentieth century for one last dance
I would like to be dancing it slowly with you,

say, in the ballroom of a seaside hotel.
May palm would press into the small of your back
as the past hundred years collapsed into a pile
of mirrors or buttons or frivolous shoes,

just as the floor of the nineteenth century gave way
and dissapeared in a red cloud of brick dust.
There will be no time to order another drink
or worry about what was never said,

not with the orchestra sliding into the sea
and all our attention devoted to humming
whatever it was they were playing.

-Billy Collins

Writing this one on the spot.

Castle Walls

Battlements
blocks of gray stone
for the deadly archers
to fire from behind.

Ten stories high
Above my head
Searing oil pours down
Scorching my skin

Pain and burn
That's all I feel now
Arrows raining upon
my head aflame.

Kind of like you
Searing love and tempt
Mingled with hatred
Pinpricks of pain.

And both have the
same outcomes. Though
the former is a less cruel
way to die.

Wrote this earlier today...

Beaut:"Cute":😖uperficial:Human/Analogies

Superficiality
reigns supreme
with hypocrisy.

They claim
that they
are not vain,
and yet they
dress up,
put on make up,
for a mere date.

You are not
beautiful
if you hide
who you are.

Natural beaut,
this is true
"cute". If one
uses crayons
to color self in,
then one is
black and white,
no depth within.

Eye liner and blush,
all those others
are not the tools
of Devinci, but
of a immature
youth,
unwilling
to grow up.

Is this
superficiality?
Or is this
humanity?
Is that a
trick question?

invisible like wind
my little girl named lind
I hate to say
I never pray
Life is hear.... life is fear
look.... my little dear
why he died, what did you do
what made you, for who and who
makes me cry, never say
when you die when you lay¨†¨

you like it, I tryed?

A poets eye
get a picture in your head and PM me when you get it

invisible like the wind, appears at dark
I scared many people including mark.

PM me when you get it

I like your poems Dwarfdude! And yours too Powerful Dragon! 😄

Title was suppose to be "Beaut:"Cute" :: Superficical:Human:"

Dern smilie messed it up...

Originally posted by Coldfire
I like your poems Dwarfdude! And yours too Powerful Dragon! 😄