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by Polby Saves
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
Is necessary
Repeatedly
Or you could stop trying to impress on me
What you wish others would see as your
Personality
If you could do that, just that
I might try and help you.
Polby Saves
Copyright © 1996-Present
polbysaves@hotmail.com
by Polby Saves
Moving, riding, dysthymically along
I semi-smiled at a girl on each block
Everytime we were made to stop
The attractive ones
The same broken clock
Giving the correct time twice
Once daily, again in the dark morning for twenty years
Christ
Sorry, no you don't qualify
I lied about the smile.
Polby Saves
Copyright © 1996-Present
by Polby Saves
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
Then it's merely a despondency
that starts to slowly relent
Much after Mid- night
Then I can start to sleep until,
The next day when it starts all over again.
The reason nothing WORTHWHILE gets done
I like to think.
Polby Saves
Copyright © 1996-Present
Constant Weltschmerz (all the live long day)
by Polby Saves
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 - a slow disgust, apathy and scarily even hate
These things you can't disguise as easily - electronically
And sadly even less so face to face
Polby Saves
Copyright © 1996-Present
polbysaves@hotmail.com
by Polby Saves
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
You call me, really needing to talk, but you leave a message
Sorry, I was asleep, busy
Having this dream in which I'm told you're no longer alive
It didn't seem a wise thing to tell you next day
When I returned your call you said everything was fine
I knew you were lying and that to me, you were
Dead, at least unconsciously
Polby Saves
Copyright © 1996-Present
by Polby Saves
Depression is reading bad poetry
Written by merely dysthymic people
Depression is people which does result in
Hell (thanks Jean-Paul)
Depression is the pain caused by people
Trying, poorly I might add, to articulate what
'Depression means to me'
Depression is tantamount to hunger
Something we all must suffer
Some will starve to death
You, my poetaster chum
Are only late to dinner
The pang will pass
Polby saves
Copyright © 1996-Present
by Polby Saves
In that awful, awkward silence
I'll speak up, I like to break things
Down, even further
A quarter past any given half hour
Is when I attend and then
Only until 20 minutes into the new
Hour
And it is only w/ great effort on my part
That, Yeah... I'll say something
Being careful to cover my contempt, combativeness
Disguise my defiance, dissonance & disgust
Into a comment w/ the underlying tone of a question
When I'm done
Someone will inevitably offer the inevitably correct response
To a query that wasn't really asked at all
As I knew they would before I uttered anything at all
It's important to make people feel important - helpful - useful
It has little to nothing to do w/ me and I realize that
It's my attempt at a gift.
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