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Post by 0happyday on Apr 11, 2007 6:34:49 GMT -5
This was written May 15, 2005
Depression is....................
When blue is Black When Yellow is Black When Orange is Black When Green is Black When Purple is Black When Brown is Brown When Gray is Gray When Red is Red When Black is Familiar
When Light is Invisible When Rain seems Deserved.
by 0happyday
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Post by 0happyday on Apr 11, 2007 6:48:15 GMT -5
Written by 0happyday September 2005
I hide behind the curtains drawn, the blinds are closed since 100 dawns. I disguise my tears for fear that day, will leave another with none to say.
Tonight no sleep for I will weep, Left alone, for no company keeps, Tis evident each morn, with dew so deep.
Sadness builds, The tears are still............. And awe when rain encompasses night, how comforted by yet many more still. How can I be alone with so many a tear? Yet where are their faces? Any face? Where are the arms I long to reach me, to hold me if only for a moment brief?
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Post by 0happyday on Apr 11, 2007 7:02:43 GMT -5
Written in the fall of 2005 sometime
What time is left I often say? When the work is done at end of day?
Did I give the stranger a pleasant smile? Go as I should the extra mile?
Did I say thank you, and speak my prayers? Was there anymore that I could bare?
With a friend in need did I spend time, to help her through that awful bind?
With all I have, is it too much? Has it been my shaky crutch?
Did I get involved or shut the door? Unjustice done, do I keep score?
Do others sense, am I humble, or do they view and hear me grumble?
In all I do, does it make a difference? Do I show the world, there are no fences?
The eyes of my child, will see my sample. Will I set for her a good example?
As night falls, I prepare for sleep. My day is through, What shall I reap?
0happyday
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john
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Post by john on Apr 28, 2007 5:14:54 GMT -5
Wow !
We have a poet among us !
Very nice :-)
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