Denisey’s Depressing Poetry 2

Ok, so I was going through some of my old poems, and I made myself thoroughly depressed. Just thought I’d share the moment with you guys.

“Unforseen”

It weighs heavily inside my throat,
A clogged drain, the words are stuck
Somewhere beneath all that I can’t say
Against you.
It puts me in a position I don’t want to be,
On opposite sides of a divide.
I want to come out the winner,
But at what cost, I still am not sure.
My jealously and control however,
Are Second in place to my affection,
And Third in place to your betrayal.

 

Denisey’s Depressing Poetry 1

Hi guys, since I’ve been analyzing poetry of a sort (*cough* haikus *cough*) I thought in order to keep posting on this site and keep it somewhat subsisting, I’d post some poetry! But just to let you know, I only ever write poetry when I’m upset, angry, or any other kind of depressing mood. Hence the title. Only catch is that I could have written these anywhere from age 14 to today, so the context is somewhat hidden.

So here’s post one! Enjoy, and know that after reading, you have probably lived a much better day!

 

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Confrontation bequeaths confirmation.

Conviction fades from your heart.

You’re left with nothing, as if it was nothing.

What you’d only conceived, you finally concede,

Though the road ended long ago.

 

 

 

In Bruges

I never thought I would be the type to go crazy over places where movies were filmed, but going to Bruges was like a fucking fairytale dream come true!

Oh, and the best way to get to Mars is through Bruges apparently.