What do you do when you work out that life, the world and everything you have done or ever will do is pointless?
It’s the people / who try / to disappear / like shadows / fading away / with the sunlight / those a…
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Your eyes have lost their lustre, / Your smile I see no more, / Your lack passion for all around you, / Your depression is eating my soul…...
All writing images poetry and lyrics copyright dimarie painter / 637FE-46E2D-C4743 Some people who are very dear to me are goin thru the depths of depression… / as much as I will be there for them, and do all i can… / sometimes i feel i am a bit of a casualty of their despair… / my own feelings and pain and issues are pushed aside, kept hidden, so as to give them what they need…. / I cant be there if i’m focusing on my own issues… / but sometimes it all gets a bit much / but we will get thru it / no matter how long it takes… edited to add…. / I understand depression, and its power… / those of you who know me, will knhow of my own depression that I have had since i was a child…and my utter contempt for my own depression, and denial and defiance of it that i go thru daily to the point where quite often i can come across as quite positive…full of life. / Its usually an act…to a degree…. / no words i speak are lies, i mean all of what i say, i see the good in all things, and its thru this that i have been chewed up and spat out too many times to count / and i have forgiven some of those who did wrong onto me / but others i havnt been able to… / this despair of my own, is always brimming just under the surface / always there waiting for me to get knocked down even slightly so it can consume me… / and so it does sometimes / but then the highs of life will kick in and i feel so great and truly positive and i have love and smiles for everything…. / nothing is really that bad…. / not lack of funds or food… / or peoples shitty moods / or dealing with all the past… / but it doesnt last / its never strong enough to coax my loved ones out of their own despair / and at times i have to leave / breathe / because their despair is contaminating my happy delusions… it threatens…no it does…take the sweetness out….. / and they see it…they see me breaking… / and it kills them / and that kills me / and its such a bit if a twisted mess / But i am resolved to be there for them / be there to the end
When They laid him down upon a cross and drove nails into his hands and feet, he endured it because he loved you.
If you really want to know what love is please read this.
Why do I feel a need to tell you who I am? / I am many people all rolled into one / But there is still only one me…. / The celibate virgin, ...
I am many people.
*_Pieces of wreckage / rusted door / a few scattered settlements / an old dream rusting away outside / eradication extirpate / abolition te…
Ateinu, išeinu / neatsisveikinu / Ir žinai kodėl !http://images-1.redbubble.net/img/art/size:ularge/view:main/2133978-2-where-my-way.jpg…
translation by T.Klimas Presentation of my poetry book The Day Met Itself
Vėjas duris išlaužęs / atėjo išėjo neklausęs / šauksmas save išgirdęs / nutilo save išvydęs / / !http://images-0.redbubble.net/img/art/size:...
translation by T.Klimas Presentation of my poetry book The Day Met Itself
The world stopped in place when I saw myself over my shoulder and I could have touched that which I saw, but I was backwards and my hand …
translation by T.Klimas Presentation of my poetry book
Odor and Wind / Stopped short and stare / one at the other, slowly / and wished to touch !http://images-1.redbubble.net/img/art/size:ular…
I know, I care, I think, I’m aware / but I can’t find a sweet escape / from all the awful things in this world. / I’m powerful, yet powerles…
i cannae explain myself very well. i’m filled with intense frustration right now – some days i just really hate the world. Featured in The Art Of Pain
empty faces, blank trains / old eyes staring out / from cold compartments / child-like, clinging / to a once-bright past
Life, our lives, how we live. What we fear. Written 29 July 2009.
One / kiss / can change / everything. / What once lay frozen / suddenly melts, welcoming spring, / when one leans in towards another and their…
A fibonacci on how just one small, kind, loving gesture towards another human being can change their lives forever.
Life’s a glossy magazine full of plastic people; / Two-dimensional, shallow, callow, / Do you feel? You can’t be real…..
TOO ALL THE RB GODDESSES….YOU’RE THE REAL DEAl!!!! THE FALSE GODDESSES TO WHOM I REFER IN THIS PIECE ARE THE TRENDY, NO TALENT, BITCHES OUT THERE WHO PUT THAT LABEL ON THEMSELVES AS A FASHION STATEMENT….AND YES THIS IS A RE-POST FOR NEW GROUPS!!
Horses muck about in their futility, / trying to master the art of / not running. / And roads, as rash as the coming winter, / lose …
Another Eliot tribute’esque poem I wrote, after reading his: Morning at the Window which is pure genius.
words snatched before they ever found voice / crushed like ants beneath a blundering boot / of carelessness; please let me speak my heart / ...
At the risk of being lynched, I had Zimbabwe in mind when I wrote this poem. But it is also relevant to so many other “leaders” of the trusting multitude….large and small.
Reformulating life as it appears / does not explain thy need to know too much, / and prithee pray to thee, a silent touch / upon this earth,...
on waking…
Long long time ago, in the land where the ancient Wiradjuri people lived and thrived for over 40,000 years, a story unfolds delivered by …
The Small White Child is just the story I’ve been wanting to tell, which happened to me between the ages of 9 and 14. The story is set in Australia. After my unhappy experiences back then I moved away from that region and learned to love and be loved by a family of indigenous people in a different region…these gorgeous people accepted and loved me for who I was resulting in the perfect harmonic balance required for healing. Reflecting on all sides of issues I feel is important because there are many different perspectives and it is in examining the many that the one deep understanding can be formed and healing can begin
Emaciated masses messing with minds, / controlling and needling needy hearts / into numb necrophilia, / by way of mangled / cordial nuance / ...
I wrote this last year. / politics…hat else to say?
WE’RE ALL BOAT PEOPLE! / FROM THE FIRST FLEET / TO THE PRESENT, THIS ISLAND CONTINENT / HAS SEEN WAVES OF PE…
THE WORLD IS FACING A FLOOD OF REFUGEES FROM WAR TORN COUNTRIES. / WE NEED A HUMANE WAY OF DEALING WITH THEM!!
I stand on this platform / As the 7:30 train approaches / My thoughts suddenly drifting / To another day, another moment
Memories, they can be triggered at any time, taking us back to the best times
The warming smile of their faces / As they rise each morning / Secures my beliefs in love and / In the knowledge that God
Children are not just miracles, they are the reason we are who we are, our hope and our future. They are gifts.
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