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Harvest is over,Crops are in, andFalls's first killing frostStirs feelings of melancholySustained by winter's cold,With its bare trees,Migration, hibernation,Wisdom of fallow fields and
Femme, femme que j’aimais tant Oh! Il y a plusieurs printemps Qu’il faisait beau temps Et le vent sifflait lestement bas et lent
Pale lights illuminate the outstretched road leading home. Desolate and sombre, the melancholy it evokes, of course, when accompanied by the moon, is sweet bliss in comparison to my house. No, not a home. A house.
If I were to die soon: to the person beside my body. Someone, save the sadness in my eyes in a small glass bottle. Fill it up with sea water and give it a kiss once in a while.
Narrow hallways in morning Where the sun wont come through I laid cramped on the floor through the night, painted blue Early sky with no warmth Like a push, but not forth Dragged behind my shortcomings
Vast-The way I feel can only be explained if you were to be able to listen to my heart. These feelings are ineffable. No amount of words in the English dictionary can begin to explain the beautifully ironic feelings that I have.
Had I the voice- ( the opportunity of course) and belonged to another era... to have become a torch singer, melancholy, pathos my song- a diva of pain draped in pearls, satin
The star shine is bright, blinding sparkling blue and red and orange and yellow so she has to squint. The contrast of light against the total black of the night sky is nearly unbearable.
The Mourning Dove
Wake up in the nighttime, I see the stars. Twinkle Twinkle little star, now i know just where you are. This feeling's overwelming, I hope I'm just pretending. This feeling in my heart, it just keeps extending.
Yes, there was a time I was obsessed by melancholy, I saw deep sadness, The quality that so tormented My former favoured idols, Poets, painters, Musicians, actors, Creators of every kind,
In the lull of a mild melancholy, my thoughts condense upon the cold window of a forlorn wish. On the hearthstone of my imaginings library, I curl into the croissant like shape of a dreaming cat.
I walk home in the scalding heat, To prepare myself for an eternal sleep.I talk to me and ask me, 'why?'What hurt me so much to say goodbye?
Like a flower bright and tall Surrounded by weeds But shines and never hides Making it through Being pulled down to doom
... and I keep pondering over your 2 seconds Who are you and Why do you bother to dissapoint me again? after so long?
My life is nearly over, I leave the rest to you. The dreaming, moon-beaming, blood teeming, I've other things to do. I need to write my will, comb my hair; any last requests?
I was twelve years too late. Or perhaps you were twelve years too soon. Yet, your melodies, Your soul, Your sheer passion and enchant,
What stories would old bones tell us? What stories would they sing? I can feel my soul screaming But my head won't let it in I wonder if it felt like this, Rome falling way back when.
counting knots in the wood slats- the ones i can feel my nonexistent breath bounce off against the ones holding up the musty mattress that does not get granted a body for most of the year silent cabin
Lark, My voice could never reach your ears, but I hope this letter might. Listen for a moment, nothing more. Let my moonlit misery reach your heart and fall into you.
Dear Melancholy,You are the word dearest to me,Stained in petulance, rouged with miseryYou are an aura, from which I should part.
Why? Why must you spurn me so? Your words harsh and cold. Why must you abandon me? Leaving me lonely and melancholy. Why must you taunt me thus? Childish insults stripping my confidence.
I let love go, Like so many grains of sand. No matter how I tried, It slipped right through my hands. Though I remember embrace in fondness, I cannot deny; That dearest love's untimely departure,
blood is thicker than water, they say but to me, they are the same i feel the blood leaking out of my heart like liquid pain boiling through my skin and
Before you read this, know one thing; I was not myself when I wrote this, and I am not one to write so negatively.
i write you a letter, in a clear hand, to tell you that i am no longer willing to be trapped, in your chains, in your walls in your endless emptiness that you fill with the voices
Once upon a time; The most beautiful maiden in the land, pricked her finger- destined asleep for a cycle of seasons, was promised life by a challenger of fate. Approaching the deadline;
To write about happiness is unmarked territory and I wonder what it's like over there. I wonder what it's like to be in love with being alive. Is it like entertwining my hands
Its a big white world in which we must add color ourselves however the only color I have is crimson the color of humanity for I am as human as they get The world will never be colorful
Of a melancholy tone She lives all alone With no one to talk to And nothing to do She drowns in sorrow Feeling grim about tomorrow Sadly dazed and confused Because, she has been abused
Sometimes you look at me as though i’ve never kissed a girl before. I cannot tell if it is pity or love which causes you to fret over my virgin lips.
There are dreams you cannot dream, There are songs you cannot possibly sing. Days of angels, Nights of ravens, you will never kiss, For that hearts you will not know, Nor see.
Why dost thy beauty grace this barren earth? Sagacious saint, silently solemn, blue Cursing the breezes and lacking due mirth
Today, I caught a sadness. It started by waking in a room with no sun, no arms around my waist, whispered promises in my ear. It spiraled up my legs as I walked out the door
I still hear the children playing, They have their own homes now. I still hear the horses running, They have passed away now. I still hear the rain falling,
Human minds are silly little models The birth children of originality And the forcibly adopted stepchildren of Society Cousins of melancholy
Where roses meet asphaltWither. Rot. Mold. Asphyxiate.Here lie collapsed towersHeat. Lost. Combustion. Timber.Angels fallen trumpet loudAshes. Feathers. Triumph. Lore.Time runs ever odd
Today, I caught a sadness. It started by waking up in a room without sun or arms around my waist, whispered promises in my ear. It spiraled up my legs as I walked towards the new day forgetting my morning coffee and to walk the dog. I tried shakin
In the dusty suburbs of a forgotten Mississippi town, An old man waters his lawn- Watching Watering Watching The neighbor kids, how they run with such agility. Coveting Craving Coveting
Midday and I can't wait to sleep, Night comes and closed lids just won't keep. Then wake arrives to my defeat; Low energy, 12 hour day, Repeat.
I've fallen into a melancholy again... It's a strange funk that I'm comfortable in. And part of me wants to ask you to stay And watch the rest of me fall away. I feel great. I really do.
I kept Looking back For a familiar Face and voice That smiled And cheered me on It hurt for so long When I looked back To see hesitance And eyes looked away It pained me
And it was that the Melancholy Man simply did not understand that with the power of “LOVE”, that which is the truth, that which is the answer, you can defeat any and all self-loathing.The answer is, and always was, “LOVE YOURSELF”.
wrap myself to keep me together at each side each and every morning carefully reapplied out of tears and pain the cloth is spun and throughout the day it comes undone some days i do a messy job my hands shake and my head starts to throb my smil
wrap myself to keep me together at each sideeach and every morning carefully reappliedout of tears and pain the cloth is spunand throughout the day it comes undone some days i do a messy jobmy hands shake and my head starts to throbmy smile begin
silent and invisible it grabs hold of my lips it begin's pulling me down to the darkest depths shaking hands rest on my thighs my mind is twisted and full of lies shattered is each bone broken is all that ive known curious, my minds wandering u
There was something about the pink walls of my childhood bedroom that I hadn't noticed until I had to bid them goodbye The blue carpeting caught the tears that fell And I shut the door Hoping to delay the inevitable
You threw me away but did I waste away? like your body as it grows older and older I lived, I ran, I soared You threw me away but did I waste away? I cried, but never mourned
I have a person in mind while I write this poem She battled cancer for years and at first she won But like the return of a storm and the vengeance of a brother, when it came around again it overcame and overtook her.
i remember the sorrow when you saw me -d.m.s.
If when you leave, you do not think of meor do not call my name, then I will be a lostand fallen star, diffused and drowned inunforgiving seas. I will be restless on the wavesof my days, blind to all horizons
At the midpoint Of a high meandering brook Flicks the tail of a brook trout. The lithe tail curves In the still cool shade of the shelter of the bank
Sometimes I just need to be alone. Sometimes, being alone could be the death of me, putting it lightly. But most of the time, I just need to listen to music. Be it that new song from “Soupy”
The sky was pale blue with tints of pink through the window of a white washed house. Branches hanging on to trunks of trees, no leaves, just pale white-brown.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star How I wonder how you are. Since no one seems to ask if you're alright; Are you okay, will you live to shine another night? Up above a world you once knew,
I’m Broken up inside and I Can’t tell you what’s Wrong but I will Try to let you see. You’d Hate me so much because I’m Not what you dreamed and I Am so sorry but you
There was once a time I came out of my shell- Fully disposed to the endless joy and optimism The world had to offer. But like a falling star, I fell- I fell to the ground of the Earth, then to the
once you asked me what i was doing, so i told you i was killing. you told me killing was bad, so i swore to never take your heart and rip it into different halves.
You go on winding path. Past all the dancing palm trees. You look down and see, old wooden floor boards
Life is so Very Sweet Like Drippy Honey but Sad like Melancholy But Life is worth it
I don't know how I got this way, my feelings for you still haven't changed. The good in me has gone away.
She stands outside; the sun's to her back; Her shadow keeps her from being alone. It's an autumn day, the sky is blue, It dawns on her how time has flown.
What's the reason for all this madness All these pensive thoughts And there's no reason for this sadness I feel as if the world is turning in my thoughts and my brain is the axis
I write because I want to write
nervous and edgy you look at her
For my Grandmother and in memory of my Grandfather I’ve sat in the extra room, Of our youngest son’s home For nearly ten years. Permanent,
I'm listening to the rainthe way it beats upon the rooftopsThe pitter patter dribbles its wet dropsSplashing the puddles all around me
That day when the wind was Quiet, and the air Cool and Soft, he faded into Oblivion,
Every family has its ups, Every family has its downs, Every family has its smiles, Every family has its frowns. Every family has its sunshine, Every family has its rain, Every family has its happy,
She imagined them like puzzle pieces: Holding gently to one another with soft sighs, Fogging the windows of a fine little house with the words of affection exchanged between them.
They just need a lighthouse keeper some light to pull them into and a person to hold the light steady steady for them to see and follow steady like a tree a tree that stands tall in the forest
Her bones have been broken and she crawls, her legs dragging along, erasing the footsteps of yesterdays routine. Every inch creaks and snaps and in agony, she stays silent. " I am Lament." The sadness of yesterday wavers in her face and she a
From friends from before, to friends I’ve never met… Like playing cards they are, when the deck is shuffled Same cards, different cards, Or a mix of both.