Birdbrained Emotions by Jessica K. Hylton They say to get over someone You're supposed to pick up a new hobby And apparently the most cathartic Are the hobbies where you make something So you bring a woodworking bench Past the film cameras, the roller skates, the bass guitar And hope that a new birdhouse Will take away memories Better than the temporary Reprieve … [Read more...] about Birdbrained Emotions by Jessica K. Hylton
Depression Poems
Concrete Ground by Anne H. Bakke
Concrete Ground by Anne H. Bakke It's that bitter taste again it comes and goes like the seasons; the sun and the moon; the rain and the sky; the wind and the stillness. It's windy out here, in the cold in the open so fragile I am out here Does it ever stop that feeling, I ask. Yes, you answer, when you are dead. You tell me. But why does it have to hurt, I ask … [Read more...] about Concrete Ground by Anne H. Bakke
1956 by Ray Stiefvater
1956 by Ray Stiefvater I am 14 or 15 here I am at the local swimming pool on Overlook Drive in Schenley Park I am trying to dive into the water but all I can muster is a painful belly flop that stings my chest and stomach I am immediately embarrassed because I am sure people have been watching me I imagine them laughing I plunge through the surface like a … [Read more...] about 1956 by Ray Stiefvater
“Alone and at Night” by: Eliana Sara
“Alone and at Night” by: Eliana Sara Do you remember when We were walking late at night And the streetlights went out One by one Like every horror film you’ve ever seen At least that’s what you said (I never went for those personally) And we realized we were “city folk” who are all marked by their shared fear of complete darkness. We ended up holding … [Read more...] about “Alone and at Night” by: Eliana Sara
Empty Husks by Bryan Pender
Empty Husks by Bryan Pender wandering aimlessly amongst hollow buildings, encasements in which to gather and pretend that we are, any of us, of any interest at all. Long ago we abandoned what worth there was, the little substance that was ours. Now just carbon copies all done a million times before, to be done a million times more. Sounds and gestures … [Read more...] about Empty Husks by Bryan Pender