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Life ever changing.

We weave together the strands of destiny.

Sitting alone endlessly you pluck strings.

Legs crossed, mind flowing.

Who will you mislead today?

 

Why must you make ripples in timr?

 

As if controlling us wasn't enough.

You've turned humanity into your own personal marionette.

Pluck pluck snap.

You broke my thread.

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Kyle Jones
He had no bones
Propped up his body with sticks and stones
Through gale and aggression
All efforts drew to restoration
A narrow-minded heart-pounding obsession
Eyes streaming
Heavy breathing
A lost soul forever seething
Kyle Jones
He had no bones
All that remains is sticks and stones

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6 hours ago, Dog said:

Damn HA, this poem gutted me... I mean that in a good way as odd as that sounds. It just... hit a bit too close to home for me.

Good having you back Dog.  You have been well missed.  This is a very emotional poem.  If you saw the movie"Antwone Fisher" or read his book,  this poem reflects his life.  Overcoming insurmountable odds which would make most people give up, he persevered and became a great man.  The movie is worth watching if not for it only being a great film, but for the teary scene when Antwone reads this poem to someone who has helped him through his journey to find himself.

Very powerful.  Once again, welcome back Dog!!!!!!! 

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I entered this into a little forum contest.  I had to fill in the blank.  ______ memories.

 

Delusional memories make me sad but let me thrive,
I am not the bee making honey for the glory of the hive,
They always mention in the present that things happened differently,
All I remember is you smiling and laughing at my jokes consistently,
They always tell me in the psych ward my memories are lies,
Maybe one day I was stroking your hair but really gauging your eyes, 
How will you ever defeat me, that which loves pain?
Struggle with suffering truth so I manipulate my brain,
I do laugh at the thought, that this moment isn't the end,
Feeding me power, ******* my enemies that are actually friends,
How many things must I lose before I stop changing the truth?
Probably more and probably never because I love the abuse,
There used to be an apple that God said not to eat,
Now I sit in the dark promising ghosts this isn't defeat,
Progress seems to construct something that doesn't hurt as bad,
Because when I look back it was always my victory to be had,
My self preservation is self unaware with destruction on cue,
And all of my great memories have no idea what I am willing to do.

 

 

Man I love seeing everyone's writing.  Seems like this thread is starting to thrive again :)
Abandon I really like that last one.  And thanks for posting that again dog.

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Nice stuff paradoxi. I'm usually not to drawn to poems composed as such, but it had a nice flow! Thank you.

Senor, good to see you floating around here and posting. I like it.

Great post Glfinding! I liked it you always bring great stuff for us to read, and thank you for your positive feedback on my work.

 

 

To all the readers and writers that frequent this little corner of Df, thank you for participating in our journey. Through words, we release.

 

P.s. anyone shy to contribute due to fear of grammatical errors or such, fear not. I never check anything I post here and leave all the mistakes. Art is raw, and sometimes lacking in proper spelling and grammar. That's okay. The message will come through.

 

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Just now, glfinding said:

woah, does my last post look weird to anyone?  It's showing up all funky on my screen.

Spacing is a little messed, happened when you copied it from the original location and pasted it here. That's my guess at least. Probably just maintained the formatting. Tis all good.

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It's showing up like this.

D
E
L
U

So each letter is a new, separate line.  I have been posting my poems on another forum first, then copy/pasting it here so I don't have to retype it.  Guess I won't do that anymore.

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On 5/21/2016 at 8:56 PM, glfinding said:

Let Earth Be The New Mars


Dissect the seed,
Find no hope,
Trade my dollar,
For a rope

There was some powerful imagery in this one. That opening bit in particular caught my eye though, "trade my dollar for a rope" really got to me. Also, loved the title. I have quite an affinity for cosmology so bonus points for hitting on one of my idiosyncrasies!

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On 5/21/2016 at 4:37 PM, newborn leader said:

Gold reminds me of your hair

If you tame me, Gold will remind me of you

Gold will sound like the wind in the wheat

Gold is what it feels like to be tamed

This whole poem was kinda trippy, that's a pretty interesting writing exercise. I dug it, there's an odd cadence to it (when I read it in my head) that I really liked.

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On 5/22/2016 at 10:57 AM, Abandonedalways said:

Light array 

 

Sleepless slumber. 

I pray with one eye cracked open.

Light morphed into shapeless daggers.

Were you in my room last night? Haha. My insomnia has been k*lling me lately and that "Light morphed into shapeless daggers" rather poignantly describes my feelings toward daybreak. When those razor sharp shards of sunlight pierce what little respite I had and remind me that the cycle is about to begin all over again...

Good work as always man, you mighta inspired me to do another song so we'll see how that shapes up in a bit. Provided I don't pass out on my keyboard first :yawn:

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I always seem to check df when you're on dog. It's rather creepy hahahah. Yeah, Ive been struggling to get more than a few hours of sleep for awhile. It's making me hate daylight. 

 

Get those songs crackalacking. I'm gonna do some harmonizing death metal backing vocals for them!

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18 hours ago, ParaDoxiPaladin said:

Kyle Jones
He had no bones
Propped up his body with sticks and stones

Kyle Jones
He had no bones
All that remains is sticks and stones

I really liked this one man, I'm a big fan of refrains that repeat or come back with slight alterations to them. Gives it sort of a nursery rhyme feel to it, albeit a pretty grim one. Hope to see more outta you.

Also, sorry for bombing the thread with replies everyone! I tend to do most of my posting/responses in bursts so unfortunately I end up taking up multiple posts in a row... but really I'm just gonna blame you all for posting so much response worthy stuff.

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So, Abandoned inspired me to do an insomnia related song since I've been struggling with that lately. My song is very loosely inspired by the poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. Mostly the "and miles to go before I sleep" refrain. Depression and insomnia are rather wicked bedfellows, I find one plays off the other until you're in a half dazed torrent of exhaustion and your mind starts playing tricks on you.

 

MILES TO GO

Baby here we go

One more time down the rabbit hole

Screaming “Please, this time can we take it slow?”

But down, down, down baby here we go

 

No don’t let it show

The dark and depths only we few know

Leave the fools to dance in their afterglow

But no, no, no don’t you let it show

 

Well the journey’s long and the water’s deep

How many miles to go now before I sleep?

Try to hold your breath as you sink beneath

Cause there’s many miles left before we sleep

 

Now don’t you cry

There’s no rest here for your weary eyes

Cause now we travel on as the raven flies

And now don’t, don’t, don’t, no don’t you cry

 

And you know why

We live in the place where our demons lie

Where we sell our souls for the peace they buy

And now, now, now baby you know why

 

Well the journey’s long and the water’s deep

How many miles to go now before I sleep?

Try to hold your breath as you sink beneath

Cause there’s many miles left before we sleep

 

Oh how many more?

Miles must I go till I reach the shore

And I’m sinking now to the ocean floor

So now how, how, how many more?

 

Well the journey’s long and the water’s deep

How many miles to go now before I sleep?

Try to hold your breath as you sink beneath

Cause there’s many miles left before we sleep

 

Just one more time

Baby don’t look up as you make the climb

Cause I gave you hope as my greatest crime

So come, come, come now just one more time…

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On 5/17/2016 at 5:18 PM, glfinding said:

I named this one.

Fruitless

 

Eyes,
Cut,
Throat,
Shut,
Soon we'll be gone and forgotten,
Let,
The,
World,
Burn,
We're living in the reign of the Devil,
My,
Fight,
My,
Loss,
A righteousness that isn't lost but forsaken,
Dirt,
Dig,
Sand,
Blood,
Offer their cruelty with a sacrifice,
Cry,
View,
Sound,
Break,
The colors change when the rage begets the voices,

I am just another dam,
Holding back a faded a man,
There used to be a better plan,
But now I lie of who I am,
Because they will never understand,
Compromise my foundation,
Submission isn't a gift,
It is taken

Smirk,
Face,
Glass,
House,
God never loved all his cowards,
Black,
Flag,
No,
Race,
Die hard politics because everyone is stupid,
Sweat,
Fall,
Doll,
Make,
The blood in my mouth the only thing that's foreign,
Dollar,
Faith,
Drug,
Farm,
Your lie is even worse than the Creator's,
Fang,
Kiss,
Scar,
Suck,
Very weak but forever powered,

It's feeling like another blame,
Lonely life but never change,
How do you know of what's to gain?
The words that leave your mouth is our bane,
So many feelings but all lead to pain,
A monster that lacks ignition,
To battle your truth,
That is really fiction.
 

I'm not creative so I won't post here, but honestly I just wanted to say I interestingly read this as a song lol

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Even if you don't post works, thank you for responding random guy!

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Ah, dog, dog, dog. I missed your stuff. I particularly like this stretch here. Great work. I can hear it in my head. Rocking.

 

 

And you know why

 

We live in the place where our demons lie

 

Where we sell our souls for the peace they buy

 

And now, now, now baby you know why

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Love doesn't exist.

 

Or so some think.

Maybe it's just an evolutionary response.

Meant to keep mates together longer.

Then it fades. Always fades.

 

Abstract reality devoid of love.

 

We mate. We eat. We leave.

We smile because of a facial twitch.

Tick, tock, the mouse jumped off the clock. Into a pile of preprogrammed responses. 

Punishment for the great, for they inherit the weak. Long is the week for the answers we seek.

Tick, tock, we own no clocks. Time is a perception. If we stop looking at clocks it becomes a single moment. Your life is just one long. Drawn. Out. Moment.

 

Blink.

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Actually I know I'm not creative in any way, as I said in my last comment, but do we have to only post poems or songs, etc? I was thinking of a way to creatively express my depression but I'm not sure if I wanted to put it here or start a new forum topic (I would but I would feel as though I'm sorta stealing your guys' idea and I don't want to do that) I mean I guess I could just look back at the first one that was created but from what I can see here all it is is to express your depression in a creative way through, as highanxiety put it "poetry, songs, drawing and paintings, or just thoughts and feelings". I'm not fully sure though, maybe it doesn't matter but I just wanted to make sure :S

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Ok, thanks. Also I realized I'm listening to some of my favorite music and I'm slightly tired and I don't know about anyone else but I can sorta feel my depression flow through me a bit better. Like I'm at a state where I can best define it lol, I hope this doesn't sound too weird :P But yeah, thanks for letting me know, again...lol

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I can't remember, but I'm pretty sure people posted drawings and paintings in the last thread random.  By writing, it relieves the intense feelings sometimes and can give me a since of pride.  I'm sure others would say the same. I shared a poem on the other site, it's just a little graphic.  Can't really post it here.  I started another one on the bus, maybe will finish later.  And sometimes I will listen to music and write a poem, I think they are called lyric poems Random.  The first one I posted I ended up naming Great White, because I wrote it to Marilyn Manson's Great White World.  The one you quoted was written to Hatebreed's Honor Never Dies.  Not exactly to the song, I just choose a beat or a rift to write something to.  I don't do that every time.  And yea Abandon I'm glad Dog is here with us again.

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Some fantastic pieces here folks. I'm enjoying this thread. It helps folks to open up, share their souls a little, and get inspired.

Putting aside whether I'm good or not, my main skill is in writing. I love art too but I'm even more self-critical and underconfident in that area. I used to run a DeviantArt account for a while but felt like everything I did was terrible.

With all that said, here's a piece I started and gave up on when I was feeling particularly bad few weeks back. I had the manga Ubel Blatt volume number 0 in front of me and attempted to recreate the cover image.

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