Polby Saves

For the sake of this 'conversation' (read: mild power struggle)
You're right. 'I don't really mean all that'
I'll agree, concede....Pretend I do not
If it puts color back in your cheeks
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The mind doesn't Reel
It Clacks
At or near the frontal lobe
A temple eroding, I suppose
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I'm surrounded by the sounds of f**king idiocy
The television that never shuts off or up
The moronic laughter at the low brow sit-com
Do you realize the sound you emit
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Anathema To Myself

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Depression is reading bad poetry
Written by merely dysthmic people
Depression is people which does result in
Hell (thanks Jean-Paul)
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It's not enough to merely speak w/ enthusiasm
Even most 'actions' go unnoticed, unheeded
Hate to say it, a succession of blunt force
Possibly perceived as violent
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Mid- afternoon shadows, casting onto cheaply painted walls,
Have always given me the doldrums
A depression really, that doesn't lift
Till the sun finally sets
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Sometime, I'll sleep and have dreams
A dream in which I'll be engaging in sex
With the loose folds of skin and cellulite
around Maya Angelou's neck
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I had a dream and in it someone told me that you had died
In this dream I didn't ask why, figured i knew
Didn't want to press it
So having not heard from you for several months
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Moving, riding, dysthmically along
I semi-smiled at a girl on each block
Everytime we were made to stop
The attractive ones
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My To Do List
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Inasmuch as I would like to believe you
In the spirit of keeping things light
Cognitive dissonance is shaking me honest
Let's not continue this plight
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I have fallen
Strewn
The pieces that are left of me
Won't do what they're told
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Exclamation points are little lies we tell each other
In this digital age it's easier to feign surprise or excitement
When in actuality, nothing surprises anyone anymore
Now - disgust, apathy and scarily even hate
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. glum, morose, surly, sulky, crabbed, saturnine, gloomy mean showing a forbidding or disagreeable mood. sullen implies a silent ill humor and a refusal to be sociable
I'M BECOMING UNWOUND
. glum suggests a silent dispiritedness. morose adds to glum an element of bitterness or misanthropy
I NEED SOMETHING TO HAPPEN
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In that awful, awkward silence
I'll speak up, I like to break things
Down, even further
A quarter past any given half hour
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I want to forget
Not have to worry about
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