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Melancholy_
like ink, once dark and dismal, now made beautiful by the words it holds. Something special from nothing, but nothing special.
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Cover image for post Depression Hours, by Melancholy_
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Depression Hours

sit in the cold just to feel.

block out the world block out my thoughts block out the noise with more noise

be louder then the noise

be louder or fall

fall until i’m gone

second best

last breath

acid tears decay my skin aging it millennia

brain soaked in sorrow

melancholy cold biting my skin

but it’s better then numb

halfway out the window waltzing to a blackout tune

grey in the 2 am moonlight, a monochrome tomb

pain to remember life is all that keeps me going, living for the next low

shiver just to feel my blood,

numbing just to feel the pins and needles of life flow into my toes

be cold so i can taste death on the roof of my mouth just to remember at the last moment i am alive

Cover image for post I_CANT_DO_THIS_ANYMORE, (a series of messages/thoughts that are commonplace for me), by Melancholy_
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I_CANT_DO_THIS_ANYMORE, (a series of messages/thoughts that are commonplace for me)

“how are you?”

how…am i? well uh….

I cant fucking do this anymore. I’m so tired. I’m trying so hard.-

no… i can’t say that…

It feels like the meds aren’t working anymore and i don’t know how to tell you.-

no.. that’s going to make them worry..

why am i not happy anymore? i can feel it creeping back into my lungs and i’m so afraid.-

maybe I just shouldn’t say anything.

please help me.

no that’s stupid.

I never feel good enough for myself. im a disappointment to everyone who ever believed in me.-

screw it i’ll just keep things casual i guess, they probably don’t care anyways.

“I’m doing fine! you?”

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time

Lately it’s seemed like time no longer flows,

but churns at the pace of molasses. It lazily swirls in bulbous mounds and sticks to the sides. slowly letting thick droplets through that hourglass so often reprimanded for being too quick, and I am left at the end of each infinite day feeling as though I have aged a thousand. I cannot tell if it is the dulling of my mind, so kindly provided by the medication that keeps me on this plane, or simply that time has decided it too needs a break from the rapid pace of life. They say time flies and our lives are over before we know it but why has mine been so tediously slowed so that at the end of each infinite day i feels as though i’ve aged a thousand. There are those who wish for time is move as though it is weighted by the ankles, but in it comes a new flavor of suffering. the taste of disappointment when you wish for sleep so that the next day may come sooner but the sun is still impossibly bright. the bitterness of watching the clock strike each minute and asking “how could it have been such little time?”. Yes, it is a new flavor of suffering that makes each infinite day feel like a thousand….

Cover image for post spiraling, by Melancholy_
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spiraling

say it with me now

please

stay with me now

existence is pain

i am trapped inside my brain

all these thought inside my head

are driving me insane i am constantly afraid

afraid of my own shadow

afraid of who i became

afraid of who i should be

afraid that i might kill me

i can’t say what i’m feeling

it’s my breath that i’m stealing

my heads starting to spiral

this panics going viral

isolated with my thoughts and they start to get scary

digging up the gravestones of feelings that i burry

communications cutting out as the static’s creeping in

barricades of pain as the numbness starts again

sleeping isn’t working

the feelings that are lurking

are keeping me awake

i think that i might break

i don’t know how to tell you

the darkness that i go through

i can never let you see this

i’m drowning in the abyss

i feel like i am falling

my thoughts are now appalling

they bring bile to my throat

and i try to stay afloat

i’m trying hard to cope with the things inside my head

trying hard to cope with the fact that i was almost dead

what if i am just pathetic wish i had an anesthetic

what if i am not the same, there’s glass inside my brain

i can feel it breaking

my hands are softly shaking

i don’t think that im sane

there’s glass inside my brain.

Challenge
Choose a line/verse of a song that you think sounds like a piece of poetry, and explain why.
Cover image for post The Fall -Half•Alive-, by Melancholy_
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The Fall -Half•Alive-

“these words are supposed to be simple, but it seems that’s not the case. this pictures staring back at me, i’m afraid to put a mark on its face”

simply that.

Challenge
Beauty is pain
How can something/someone so pretty be so ugly? Tell me what is great but also bad. It can be a person, a situation such as using drugs or anything else you come up with. Please tag me!!!!
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Beauty is pain

pluck,

primp,

prime..

just a little more

shape,

shift,

sigh..

not good enough

binge,

barf,

break..

ill be pretty one day

create,

craft,

cry..

i guess just not today

Cover image for post Sickly Serotonin, by Melancholy_
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Sickly Serotonin

Sickly Serotonin dripping down my skull

a falsetto in its tone

something toxic that tastes like syrup

manifesting on its own

spiked with the reality of my downfall

it’s flavor is too sweet

a deceptive promise of sugar

when acrid quicksand is all i meet

toxic, flowing, through my brain.

Cover image for post record scratches, by Melancholy_
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record scratches

sing-.-sing with me to the beat of the scratches-.- im-imperfect like me.

—.- - dotting your f-avorite song with pops and cl.icks.

sing-. with me before it’s go-ne, the scratch-es on this tra.ck.

i’m s-sorry for breaking your favo-.:rite tun.e

but i hope you can ap..ppp..ppriciate the vintage beat of m.y heart..

and pick my dus,,ty cover from the sta.ck

Challenge
If my heart was a house -Owl City-
This song is on of my favorites. Not because I like Adam Young’s voice (it kind of annoys me). Not because the music is good (it’s not really my style). I don’t even love all of the lyrics but there are a few lines that speak to me on the deepest level possible. All of Young’s songs have a few lyrics that I absolutely love and make listening to the song worth it. My challenge is to take a song you love and use one or more of the lyrics in a poem you write. Sorry if I have offended any Owl City fans who may read this. Winner decided by the most likes.
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if my heart was a house

if my heart was a house the walls would be barren, swept clean of photos and color.

the outside weed grown and paint chipped off

and the windows shake and rattle when gentle breezes pass.

if my heart was a house the mantle would be frosted with memory’s dust, and the fridge cleaned off leftovers tenderly prepared.

but deep.

deep in the house, the seed of painted walls and posters remain, cozy bed sheets and fairy lights, things of home and solace.

awaiting the sunlight of love or the hydration of peace....and there it will stay.

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thanks, i guess

thanks.

thanks for the world you’re leaving behind. war torn and toxic.

thanks for the attitude checks you deem necessary while we ask questions.

thanks for teaching complacency when we needed action. because now it might be too late.

thanks.

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