Depression knows no reason

 

Don’t ask me why i’m depressed. 
Depression has no reason, 
it’s like a storm that hits without forewarning.
Hot waves of pure misery and blackness
strike your heart 
and turn you inside out. 
so next time you ask why i’m depressed 
and you receive no answer know this, 
you depress me.

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one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever read

Solecisms

I have drawn maps for you, dear.
Every mountain and valley painted
out; every swamp, lake, and desert
pinpointed. I’ve made calculations,
sketched with accuracy; back bent
for days on end.

Right here is where I began to love
you: throughout this river that ran
through the whole of me and back again.
I loved you into oceans and seas,
tsunami tides threatening to drown
whole cities of me. I was quickly
underwater for you. Lungs full and
breath discarded; given up. I had
never known my forest heart to burn
until you touched it, acres and acres
of trees ablaze.

And here I was, a post-apocalyptic
world of a person and you roam me,
victorious and solitarily, planting
your flags on every continent of me.

You have claimed me, lover. Every
speck of sand and droplet of water
was yours for the taking. And I have
exited myself and…

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short story #2

i’m starting to think that if there was any other kind of reality you’d carve your way into it. 
i see nothing but your face now,on the glistening surface of my coffee,
in the mirror, you couldn’t even spare the clouds could you?!
you had to charm them too for i can see you in the sky when i first wake up in the morning,
but they cant seem to do you justice when they form your face. 
It’s your eyes, there’s no imitation possible for those eyes. They’re their own unique and marvelous specimen. 
and at night when i gaze at the stars and i connect them i can see your smile in the constellations but they sparkle while yours glow. 
and when people look into my eyes they see you rather than their own reflection and they smile because they know the occupant of my heart.

Don’t know if that constant constriction of my heart is a permanent side effect to your existence.
All i know is that my heart has been in shambles since the moment you walked out of my system.
I lay everyday in bed dreaming of alternate realities just so i can manifest a life,
where you are always and forever mine.

well is it ?

Is it just me or does every writer get this feeling when something inspires them to write. it’s like a burn in your chest, a gentle burn. It’s like the feeling you get when you see someone you love, a clenching in your stomach and a rush of adrenaline in your system. 

“Someone once a…

“Someone once asked me,
‘why do you drink so much coffee?’
and I fought the urge to say
if I didn’t drink coffee, it would be whiskey
Because it takes 8 cups of coffee a day
to get my mind racing fast enough
to skip over thoughts of you
But one bottle of whiskey
to forget,
not only who you are,
but who I have been”

— anonymous

coffee and smoke

My friend once said ” i wonder why most English majors are smokers and drink coffee ? ” i thought about it a lot since then. when you read a lot you’ll know a lot and the more you know the sadder you get. haven’t they said before that ignorance is a blessing, well, they were right. We drink coffee to keep us awake, since all we wanna do is go to sleep and run away from the world. We smoke to cover up the pain that has become a constant in our being for so long. Coffee and smoke, they’re not a source of entertainment, they’re our means of escapism.