Posts Tagged Depression
That Hole, It Survives
A ghost sat
on me, relishing
in darkness
my colored
dance with her warm red hugs –
she left me nothing
Testing Chairs
Confessions
from you create soft
pain, stick me
on gray streets
with orange guns, staring at
me and killing me.
Where Did I Go?
I had an idea and I didn’t
write it down.
The dogs are looking at me
funny, using their beady eyes,
just because I was getting
into my Sibelius
I Can’t Find Myself
I fall in
to bleak
crevices where
my skin
flows and carves at my
insides, and I ask
myself, Who are you,
old man,
to blister away
time like
hot dogs in
a 7-eleven? or
like humans on a
turquoise lake?
My Spirit Gets Lost in the Dark at Times
And in that
morning, sleep crawls on
pieces of
flesh, blisters
happiness, falsifies death
of dark depression
.
When I Thought I Was Gone
Roasting death,
Stealing memories,
startling days,
crunchy tan
futures with super balloons
crushing light creepers.
Today, During Meditation, I Slept a Bit
Crawl under
skin hiding cupcakes,
make frosted
tempers stop.
Blazing sun arises to
dark, lost souls. Looking.
One Cold Night in Cincinnati in 1982
Sliding a-
way, making room for
giant, dark
buildings with
false fronts, reaching and pulling
teeth and hair.
.
Dark Sun Through Broken Windows
Waving at
frozen suns, begging
for warmer
lives, seeking
quiet times when love will not
be missing, stolen
.
Etude 2017-15 — One Night in Cincinnati in 1982
Posted by Carl in Finding Purpose, Music on April 13, 2017
