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??? Depressed poetry ???

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posted on Dec, 13 2005 @ 02:23 PM

Something’s wrong
Yet I don’t know what,
Something’s bothering you
It is not something new.

I’ve felt it for a while
Added it to my pile,
Yet what is bothering you,
You who I treasure beyond anything I knew.

What is it?
What could it be?
Something as large as a tree?
Or as small as a bee?

What is it?
You can tell me,
This feeling, it’s as if you’re not free
Like you are bound by me.

What could it be?
I hope it’s not me,
If it is, I’d rather have you to be free.

If it’s not, please tell me
I hate this feeling
Hate only seeing

I’m here for you,
But you leave me standing here with no clue.

What is it?
What could it be?
This is all I can see,
I just wish you’d confide it in me
And set this feeling from my heart free.

posted on Dec, 13 2005 @ 06:06 PM
beautiful, but I didn't get that "depressed" feeling from it. I think it's rather eloquent and if there is a person that inspired these thoughts, you should perhaps share this with them.

posted on Dec, 14 2005 @ 02:21 AM
Thanks and you're right it's not really depressed but that is the closest I can come to describing how I felt when I wrote the poem.

posted on Dec, 26 2005 @ 10:25 AM
I hope you don't mind if i add one of my own.

The Perfect State

I always have this hope deep inside
That maybe this is the one I’ve been looking for
Maybe this is the one told to hold on to
Maybe this is the one who will laugh
Maybe this is the one who will cry
Maybe this is the one I can talk to
Maybe this is the one who will listen

This hope drives me further and further
Into this state that makes me feel so good
Everything feels perfect, nothing could go wrong
Because this is finally the one

Then the realization hits me
This person doesn’t exist
I’ve imagined them the whole time
I’m living in an imaginary world
A world that is perfect in my head
But it’s a world that kills me inside

posted on Jan, 2 2006 @ 03:08 AM
It's a good poem ghost, I like it. because I can relate to it.

Maybe more people will post more poems herea. Could become an interesting thread

posted on Jan, 28 2006 @ 06:41 PM
Ive been away for a long time, but i see it as 'thinkin time'

Sad memories, not my own, linger on my shoulder,
I live them in daydreams as I fly through silent air,
I am strong against fear but as I imagine, I fall,
Into the ocean of loneliness, here only I can swim.
Melody is my saviour, travelling on the wind
Heart beating, feeling the emotion of musical sorrow,
I lay alone but distant hope always remains,
Only I have the will to rise again.

Im one of those shy writers who never shows anyone my work so please dont be too harsh :-(


posted on Feb, 9 2006 @ 05:57 PM
That was beautiful Shinobi... You have nothing to be shy about. This is going to be my first post as I just got my writer status yesterday. It's kind of a dark poem... I'm a pretty tight lipped person and don't usually open myself up to easily. Go easy on me.

The road is dark and cold,
no place for a young girl...
I knew what I was doing,
and I'm a wicked man...

I took your bright aura and snuffed it out...
Flicked you out the window...
A burnt out cigarette,
cast along the roadside...

Just another among many,
trailing off behind me...
used up and burned down...
and I'm a lonely man.

posted on Feb, 12 2006 @ 08:41 PM
Thats a little bit scary lol, but it's the type of poem that allows u to imagine how the protagonist feels very easily... i like it


posted on Feb, 15 2006 @ 09:28 PM
Just don't judge me... Been going through some tough times.

Been there done that,
It's not the same for the 3rd time round,
Getting older.... Wiser?
My heart's getting harder... Colder?

It's not your fault,
It's all me babe.
Age brings cynicism...
Lines full of plagiarism.

Used to have such a pure heart,
Wanted to make everything beautiful.
Now it's all just for me.
Used to be so Pure?

posted on Mar, 9 2006 @ 04:58 AM
Looking forward passed the past
Holding dreams praying they last
Going through days for filling empty task
Sewing tired seeds wearing a mask
Hoping I make it to where I don't ask
Feeling the pressure of moving to fast
In the distance I see Him laugh
Cause I do nothing but sin to have
Becoming dedicated to being sad
Like it's an accomplishment to feel bad
Lately all I can write about is what I never had
Never noticing that I'm wasting time being mad
There has to be more tricks in this bag
Because right now my life resembles shattered glass
A man on TV says: “TAKE YOUR LIFE BACK!”
But, it's the back of life that I lack
Still I try to put this train on track
Ignoring all the plain and simple facts
It doesn't matter how many centuries I stack
I'll still be in the mode of attack
My horoscope said I’d be doing some packing
I think it's my future I'll be sacking.

posted on Mar, 28 2006 @ 10:17 AM
Nice poems everyone, this is becoming a really good thread, time for a few more additions on my part.


You have no idea how much I’m hurting inside,
Always trying to run, always trying to hide,
My heart fallen to pieces,
But on this day I cannot cry.

Trying my best to make my emotions DIE,
Trying to stop them before they cause me to fry,
The flames burning, the flames consuming,
My heart shredded, My life burning,
Till all I’m left with is the ashes of lost love.

There are tears I should cry;
Emotions I must address before I die.
The only way is to talk,
But I know if I talk I’ll cry
And out of everything I refuse to cry;
But I know, if I don’t
It’ll eat me up inside,
Burning me, always burning me until I wish I had died.

Internal Battle

I try to run,
I try my best to hide,
But that doesn’t stop what I feel inside
And so the battle rages on inside of me,
A battle oh, so few will ever see;
A battle to get me free.

Who shall the victor be?
Now that’s something I cannot see,
But I have the strangest feeling
It ain’t going to be me.

Entangled as I am;
This is something which I’m trying my best to cram
Into the little black box inside of me;
So I can push it away
And make all this pain go away,

But I know it’s here to stay
No matter how hard I run,
No matter how hard I push,
I just can’t get away!

So for months at a time
I will commit the ultimate crime
And where the mask that says…
“I’m fine”


I want to cry,
I want to die,
Anything just so it will stop and I’ll no longer fry,

But only two days have passed by
Hurting! Burning!
Leaving my stomach churning.

Yet I bottle it all up inside,
All of this yet I’m still trying to hide

How I wish somebody would
Just see it, for them to find it and then to take it far far away,
But everybody keeps telling me is time will make it go away.

What happens now though
I know time isn’t true,
Just an illusion to separate different parts of the day,
Time just does care,
It divides the bright morning sunlight
From the time known as midnight.

Then people tell me “there are plenty of fish in the sea”
Why do I care!!
How does that stop me!!! Why do the people continue to stare!!!!
I don’t care so I’ll meet their stare with glare after glare,
Until I can make this pain go far…far…far away.

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