Jump to content
Sign in to follow this  
highanxiety

creativity-when-depressed-part-two

Recommended Posts

Thought I would reintroduce this topic because it was so successful the first time round.  The first thread developed by a highly creative member, stirred so much interest, and became a safe venue for members to contribute their feelings through artistic expression.  Rather that be writing poetry, songs, drawing and paintings, or just thoughts and feelings.  So many beautiful things were shared in the first thread.  So much talent.  Shall we try again?  My first contribution on this thread:

Hope:

Lately my dreams are about being lost,

never finding a way out of the thick,

never finding a way out from me.

Round and round in circles I go,

the path has no end

or no beginning.

My compass is frozen

no lighthouse to show me the way.

Stuck in a quagmire of mud,

I can't move,  if I don't 

I will be enveloped.

Who will throw me a lifeline, 

something to hold onto 

to pull my self out?

I tried to keep my self 

from sinking into this quick

sand, but with no success,

beginning to accept my fate.

Suddenly a stranger came 

from nowhere throwing me

a rope. I grabbed onto it 

and he pulled me to

solid ground.

The stranger, apparently a hunter

led me out of the thick to a clearing.

I thanked him profusely for 

saving my life.

He said he was drawn to 

the spot where I was,

following his instincts

successfully, most likely

with God's intervention.

He assured me I was safe now 

and asked if I could find my way home.

I said yes and thank you again,

Knowing with hope and believing

a miracle is around the corner,

A dream or not, I learned 

never to lose hope.

Because without hope

there is literally nothing

but surrender.

 

 

 

 

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Very creative use of metaphors. Metaphors are the key to dealing with depression issues.

I use the cave metaphor with all it's implications to get through all the pain and sorrow and regrets of my troubled life.

My depression is always there but I have to put it to use otherwise life is unbearable.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Going through the motions:

 

Dark to light, when people are around.

Pretending to be happy,

when in reality feeling bound.

 

Bound by restraints in my mind,

restraints which sometimes allow me normalcy,

but for the most part

keeping me eternally blind.

 

Blind to a world full of sensation,

feeling, love, caring, a lust for life.

Instead disguised, pretending

to be my own false creation.

 

Since I have relented to my depression,

unable to keep the facade of fake happiness up,

I've found my friends don't want to around "sad"

divorcing me and making me live their impression.

 

Going through the motions when sad 

is one of the hardest things to do.

Unveiling the mask like the Phantom,

but trying to stay strong even if feeling 

just a little mad.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I would like to post one of my poems from the last thread.  So much good stuff in that last thread, like seriously deep.  

 

This structure, turns grey,

Like the moon, crumbles and decays,

Oxygen turns it blue to red,

Where will my poor atoms go?

Hell walk, so cold,

So far from the God of light,

Mercy, he says it doesn't feel right,

Take what they love and watch them die,

Skin filled with sin, hour glass redemption,

Disconnection, my life's description,

I tried so hard to not lose the ones I've lost,

But where are they now?

Billions, can't imagine,

How I came to be,

The birds will peck my eternal tree,

But at least I won't have a heart,

Stick the roses, with the box in the ground,

Need the thorns to eat,

Counting plagues and out of breath,

Where do the insects discuss politics?

Unbecoming, dissolvement,

Illusion past or no involvement,

Pretend to weep but the gas melts us away.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

glfinding:  Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.  Truly touching.  I hope we can get this up and running again with the enthusiasm we all had on the first Creativity While Depressed thread.  

You definitely have a gift I feel.  

Hope you are doing well!

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I really like this idea of creation from depression.
I don't really write poetry, but this is a song i wrote a good few years ago, it's quite nice to reflect on it now.

Don't look up, the sky is falling,
A barricade left inside,
Sail out into stormy weather,
That pulls you from the riptide,
And i'm here, to see their faces,
And laughter fills the room,
But outside, the cold wind whispers,
It chills the bones in you.

And i give and i take,
Without ever wanting,
You say these words to me,
And give me no warning,
And i know, it's often left inside,
Of this room, you hold so close to you.

There's another verse, but i can't remember it now :dontgetit:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

its my attempt at a song verse(i think haha)

 

you ask me how i feel but my answer isnt real

i fake a little smile while i am feeling dead inside

my mind is going crazy but my body feels so lazy

maybe its a ******* nightmare ill wake up and feel ok

but not today, there's darkness all around me and everything is negative

the emotion is so heavy how can i go on and live

even though it seemed impossible i survived another day

there's tomorrow to expect i cant handle it no way!

i dont have a choice it might be better might be worse

of course ill fight again and try to do me best

i hope i will succeed   and feel some happiness at last.

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
14 hours ago, Lonelystreet said:

I really like this idea of creation from depression.
I don't really write poetry, but this is a song i wrote a good few years ago, it's quite nice to reflect on it now.

Don't look up, the sky is falling,
A barricade left inside,
Sail out into stormy weather,
That pulls you from the riptide,
And i'm here, to see their faces,
And laughter fills the room,
But outside, the cold wind whispers,
It chills the bones in you.

And i give and i take,
Without ever wanting,
You say these words to me,
And give me no warning,
And i know, it's often left inside,
Of this room, you hold so close to you.

There's another verse, but i can't remember it now :dontgetit:

Lonelystreet:  Thanks for posting this beautiful song.  There is poetry in song.  And this is amazing.  I can understand and feel your plight through your words..  A strong message.  Love to see more!

Edited by highanxiety

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
13 hours ago, 6dantex6 said:

its my attempt at a song verse(i think haha)

 

you ask me how i feel but my answer isnt real

i fake a little smile while i am feeling dead inside

my mind is going crazy but my body feels so lazy

maybe its a ******* nightmare ill wake up and feel ok

but not today, there's darkness all around me and everything is negative

the emotion is so heavy how can i go on and live

even though it seemed impossible i survived another day

there's tomorrow to expect i cant handle it no way!

i dont have a choice it might be better might be worse

of course ill fight again and try to do me best

i hope i will succeed   and feel some happiness at last.

 

6dantex6:  Boy this song really speaks to me.  It tells my story as well.  We definitely are on the same page.

Really heartfelt and real.  Thanks for your interest and posting.  I am hoping to see more of your beautiful writing.  Thanks a bunch.  And take care, I feel what you are going through.

Edited by highanxiety

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

See, I really like Steet's and Dante's posts.  It really helps talking with people about problems and solutions on here.  But when you read something that someone created, I just think it gives me some perspective.  Def on the way people think, especially about the bad times.  This poem is also from the old thread and the last poem I wrote.  Both these poems were written during extremely bad times.  I just felt so bad that I had to sit down and write something.  

So close to the bottom,

The worms have their whispers,

Can't trust the alphabet,

Her promises were like licking honey off of dirt,

Now forever has begun,

Burn for eternity for what I have done,

My bones will snap falling off the leaf,

Sharpen them with my teeth,

A physical million miles an hour,

But I'm not chained to your organic light,

Now that I've finally decided to die,

I have arrived at the endless tide,

Dislocation of unwanted matter,

Foregone to the only wicked spire,

Forgot to evolve so I throw up black muck,

I just needed a lot of help,

My loved ones hurt me the most,

Now their gone and I'm ghost,

Promise that I could sliver so far away,

If you could just beat me up,

Travel without sound direction,

Infamous are the tears I have left in my wake,

To my first born son I pass the pain onto you,

Grand gesture of calamity to the living truth.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Thank you very much HA, for starting up part two. Also thank you so much for keeping the passion alive. Creativity is such a wonderful release. I will do my best to come here often and post, and I encourage everyone else to add in what they can. 

 

Shadows of desperation.

 

Hell Bent Rising

 

Streaking across the sky.

Do you bring salvation or oblivion?

 

Grant me an escape on the contrails of jet engines.

Intoxicate me with the fumes of putrid failure.

 

I’ve swallowed my fill of hope.

Each step I take leads me deeper into regret.

 

Forgive my name,

And curse it as you may.

I won’t speak at all.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Isolate~

 

I fell in love with isolation. 

It was a match made in heaven 

-From the first date. 

 

I'd taste from your lips retribution,

But I haven't the time. 

 

I feel the need for one final collapse. 

One that's well deserved. 

 

I've been given time to reflect on events. 

I've come to one conclusion. 

Isolation grants me my last wish.

 

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Curved~

 

Selfishly imposed rules upon the world.

Why is your architecture the only one that matters?

I can still build a roof over my head with curved walls.

 

I lay back in oceans of eroded dreams.

Those of us that gave up hope,

Because they lacked the strength.

 

What I’ve gone and done,

What you’ve gone and done.

 

What will I do.

Where will I go.

How will you recognize the road to run?

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Early Morning

Early morning rise, I can't believe my eyes

Lines no longer faded, my time is always jaded

Where there once was hope, is now replaced with one way to cope

Peace within seems to never win

Always a never-ending struggle

My soul continues to stumble

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I just felt the need to post the last one from the three off the old thread.  I've been writing some new stuff but I don't think it's appropriate for this forum.  I will try and write something I can post.  I am not posting because I crave attention, I hope nobody thinks that.  For some reason it just feels natural to write something.  The words flow out onto the paper.  I don't have many tools to express how I feel.  None of these poems have titles.

 

 

God blows his smoke,

In my mirror,

Only in darkness,

Does it become clearer,

Dear Jesus,

Why do the birds chirp?

Sacrifice kitty cats under the lunar,

But not in your name,

The Choir of Angels,

Is getting thinner,

I look to the sky,

Sacrament is so bitter,

The reaper of death,

Isn't so grim,

On lists,

Should be everyone's friend,

Engulfed in her wings,

Our skeletons obey,

Saints watch me,

As the sun will never set today.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Nice to see you still posting poetry Surviving. Also nice addition glfinding. 

 

-------------

Tools For No Trade

 

Blinded by assimilation. 

Strung together by association. 

 

Play my game, 

I'll let you win. 

 

Deceived by my own loneliness. 

Stay away if you enjoy your sanity. 

 

Infinitely frustrated, 

I don't know why I love to be manipulated. 

 

Cures for the sick indeed. 

Find me selling promises by the sea. 

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

So happy this thread is up and running again.  Thanks everyone.  It is hard to find a writing group sharing and speaking there truth in a creative way.  The postings are amazing!

Feel bad I have nothing to share tonight.  Kinda tired.  But will soon.  

Have a great weekend! 

 

 

Edited by highanxiety

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Don't worry about it HA! When the muse strikes you, you'll write. 

 

Fragile things. 

 

Like the memories of you and I laid to rest. 

I sit up and wonder if I was all in my head. 

Chemicals and impulses. 

 

-Broken Synapses-

 

Ocean waves can't draw you back in. 

The tide of my emotions have been destroyed. 

No more ebb or flow. 

 

------------

 

Misery Signal

 

Don't hold me responsible for your mistakes. 

I don't really care. 

It's not my fault the pain flows forth. 

And even if I perish, it still won't change a thing. 

 

You did this to yourself. 

 

 

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

dark shadows are torturing  my mind

i have no hope or happiness inside

i am fading a little bit each day

many thoughts but no words that i can say

no energy for future and only hatred for the past

just waiting for the day that ill cease to be at last

until that day i am not alone because i always have inside

those familiar dark shadows that are torturing my mind

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

So I wrote this last night.  Was a bad day yesterday, probably the worst I've had in a couple months.  I write a lot about God, and I don't mean to offend anyone.  I believe in God, and even though I'm a pretty angry person, I'm not overly mad about God.  I'm more confused than anything, looking for answers.

 

If the palace that you worship in,
Has the ear of God let me in,
I need to know, that he knows, that I know I'm unforgiven,
Shrapnel voice opens up and that is when,
Sound waves break and begin to bend, 
It's all the same this minute is infinite,

If the blood begins to thrash about,
Like the rest of us you know what it's all about,
Is it the eyes of God that scream and shout?
The grand times you might of had you begin to count,
The last breath of madness on his account,
And through it all your destruction is just another function,

If the warlord sodomites come crashing through your door,
Is it the touch of God that turns us into whores?
To him I swore that it would bring me to ******* war,
Bring it hardcore max on the gore before it hits the floor,
Ignore all the lore even tragedies are fit for the king and poor,
When the last person is gone,
Thank God,
There will be no more bond.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

6dan nice work. Even though it's lined with pain, I still feel I can relate to it. Hence, why I like it. Keep posting!

 

Glfinding, as far as I'm concerned you should never apologize about writing. Doesn't matter if it includes, God, goats, woodworking, or anything elss. We all deserve to be able to include out passions. Strong piece you posted, thank you for sharing it with all of us. I liked it.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Let's raise a glass to victory

for days we rarely see,

day's full of happiness,

giving us a sense of hope

hoping the happiness never leaves.

 

Let's raise a glass to finally feeling life.

No longer numb or unable to recognize,

the beauty in people and the world,]

all of the things we wish to keep alive.

 

But ultimately the happiness does leave,

and the sadness and hopelessness set in.

That familiar record begins to play,

playing the song of loneliness and being misunderstood,

a song that only we can reckon with ,

and only we can see.

 

The glass I raised is now broken,

those around me now gone.

Leaving me to yearn for another day,

where my glass will be full,

and talk of sadness and despair 

will be permanently unspoken.

 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
On 5/6/2016 at 8:58 PM, Abandonedalways said:

Isolate~

 

I fell in love with isolation. 

It was a match made in heaven 

-From the first date. 

 

I'd taste from your lips retribution,

But I haven't the time. 

 

I feel the need for one final collapse. 

One that's well deserved. 

 

I've been given time to reflect on events. 

I've come to one conclusion. 

Isolation grants me my last wish.

 

 

Abandoned:  This post speaks so much to me as the others you posted after this.  Your poetry is so deep and heartfelt, tears fill my eyes, or I crack a smile.  I only know how important it is to put our feelings out their for validation if for nothing else.  Thanks for speaking your truth.  Hopefully we can return the favor to help you.

Edited by highanxiety

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
11 hours ago, highanxiety said:

Let's raise a glass to victory

for days we rarely see,

day's full of happiness,

giving us a sense of hope

hoping the happiness never leaves.

 

Let's raise a glass to finally feeling life.

No longer numb or unable to recognize,

the beauty in people and the world,]

all of the things we wish to keep alive.

 

But ultimately the happiness does leave,

and the sadness and hopelessness set in.

That familiar record begins to play,

playing the song of loneliness and being misunderstood,

a song that only we can reckon with ,

and only we can see.

 

The glass I raised is now broken,

those around me now gone.

Leaving me to yearn for another day,

where my glass will be full,

and talk of sadness and despair 

will be permanently unspoken.

 

Very nice HA! There's a strong progression throughout. I admire the desire for a hopefull, positive outcome to things. Great work! I don't know if I'm ever a glass half full or empty kinda person. Guess it depends on the day. Keep up the work.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Guest
This topic is now closed to further replies.
Sign in to follow this  

×
×
  • Create New...