This is obviously a poem about depression. However it is a poem about a man who suffers from a severe case of Major Depressive Disorder..so severe that normally it may drive someone to suicide. Enduring toughness so much tougher than the depression he chooses to cope with the depression rather than take his own life.
Lazy sights bark upon layers of surrounding moons;
I deplore of what foolishness has come to murder me,
Yet alienates me from my bloody hand of death;
Glaring hemorrhage of gloom overcrowding with doom,
yet falling down shall not happen anytime soon,
for taking life will not be of any fault of mine;
Barred from heart and mind,
I have yet to succeed with my descension,
much too strong for prime-time depression.
Paul Hickey Copyright @2012
4-6-12
Friday, April 6, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Shrinking Hearts
This is a poem about how all my friends became addicted to drugs. I was the odd one out as I had no desire for drugs. However, what was killing me inside was watching my friends as well as my friendship with my friends die as a result of drugs. The end result, not only death of friendship but death of life.
Minds race far and swift
as insect venom stings my heart with disease;
Stricken deep with hurt of carnage,
I watch poison destroy the love in me
for damaged friends with shrinking hearts of life.
Lost and alone I cry for deep human touch again,
reflecting on the days that once had been;
With fire circulating through my broken soul,
the only light to pierce the open sky, day and night,
I pace this Earth with abundant sorrow.
Tribulation, from friend to embattled foe,
trust becomes renovated beyond repair;
Falling from limb, witnessing the down fall of them,
I caress what is hurting inside,
cast a prayer for the dying to live.
Faith non-existent to their blinded beliefs,
adrift from skin to rushing wind,
we part without maddening words or looks;
Still wonder lingers upon my brow,
ponder upon my brain,
Can this really be happening again?
Flustered, "Is there life among the living dead"?
For all who don live life as if it were gone;
Beyond there is no vision of care I've tried to shed,
Occupied by snow-blind minds,
Inside shattered of will time doesn't forget.
Flaky mood tarnished from mind-altering substance
over-burdening the ego of surviving senses;
Feel not for you have fallen possessed from weakness,
feel not for I have been condemned from expenses.
Numbness stiffened in both body and brain,
withering liveliness from inability to refrain,
please do not die; let me live again.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
4-1-12
Minds race far and swift
as insect venom stings my heart with disease;
Stricken deep with hurt of carnage,
I watch poison destroy the love in me
for damaged friends with shrinking hearts of life.
Lost and alone I cry for deep human touch again,
reflecting on the days that once had been;
With fire circulating through my broken soul,
the only light to pierce the open sky, day and night,
I pace this Earth with abundant sorrow.
Tribulation, from friend to embattled foe,
trust becomes renovated beyond repair;
Falling from limb, witnessing the down fall of them,
I caress what is hurting inside,
cast a prayer for the dying to live.
Faith non-existent to their blinded beliefs,
adrift from skin to rushing wind,
we part without maddening words or looks;
Still wonder lingers upon my brow,
ponder upon my brain,
Can this really be happening again?
Flustered, "Is there life among the living dead"?
For all who don live life as if it were gone;
Beyond there is no vision of care I've tried to shed,
Occupied by snow-blind minds,
Inside shattered of will time doesn't forget.
Flaky mood tarnished from mind-altering substance
over-burdening the ego of surviving senses;
Feel not for you have fallen possessed from weakness,
feel not for I have been condemned from expenses.
Numbness stiffened in both body and brain,
withering liveliness from inability to refrain,
please do not die; let me live again.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
4-1-12
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Problem's Plague
This poem is about someone who attempts to help his girlfriend through her drug addiction. However, she is not appreciative, gives him the could shoulder treating him badly and telling him to get lost. As a result, he is plagued by her problem..thus the title "Problem's plague". As he moves on with his life without her he cannot forgive her for the way she treated him. They drift from each other as if they were dead.
Never had a soul ever vanished unkind
until she perished away from me;
Fallen from the edge of this Earth
she had arisen a problem's plague.
Not a friendly face nor a tender kiss
made this planet a heavenly place to live;
Living without, yet not a care,
my heart was unwilling to forgive.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-29-12
Never had a soul ever vanished unkind
until she perished away from me;
Fallen from the edge of this Earth
she had arisen a problem's plague.
Not a friendly face nor a tender kiss
made this planet a heavenly place to live;
Living without, yet not a care,
my heart was unwilling to forgive.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-29-12
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Definitions
This poem describes all the emotions, feelings, beliefs, and actions I have felt in the course of relationships. Not only relationships but in love and life in general;
Kill- A permanent excuse for living.
Torture- Being crucified for our mistakes.
Murder- Blood from a broken heart.
Die- Lifeless in the soul.
Black horizon wakes me up
to the dawn of a glorious Hell.
Revenge- The message burning in my eyes.
Self-Pity- The only reason I'm alive.
Emotions- Chaos belittling my crooked spine.
Limited Independence- Crowded is the fickle mind.
Drawing me away from love
to a home where there is fire.
Reliance- In trust I seek but blind.
Insanity- Success revealed as failure.
Heartless- Throwing their flame back to their death.
Dependence- No life echoed in my shell.
A man in his years of darkness,
to a woman who ruined each day.
Superiority- One eye over God.
Inferiority- Uncomfortable in my own skin.
Defiance- Tired of being robbed.
Fight- Taking a stand for freedom.
We are living with a complex
of confused facts and mind written terror.
Terror- the fiend that lives and sleeps in me.
Humanity- Masked kindness behind the terror.
Infatuation- Poison that drives one to murder.
Birth- Unforgiving death released from the mother's womb.
What has become of all God's children
when destruction rules creative minds?
Commitment- An issue blinded by lust.
Sociology- An A from mingling, a F for development.
Catch-22- Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Reality- Lost in the minds of the twisted.
When will the drama end,
time is walking the hides of sin.
Hallucinations- Real faces in deluded minds.
Death- Daylight blinded by darkness.
Love- Nonexistence within the battered soul.
Miscellaneous- Scattered brains condemned.
Still adrift with all life dismissed,
waiting above all for a forward kiss.
Communism- Global war crossing the American border.
Immigration- What seems safe renders hate.
Politicians- Nothing but lies heard over and over again.
Coincidence- An American citizen kills another.
Face upon face forging lies we'll be saved
but shorter and shorter don the end of our days.
Frustration- Watching empires tumble before my eyes.
Agitation- Fear of becoming a human statistic.
Revolution- War abroad, will our end be soon?
Evolution- Growth destroyed by human blood.
Overloaded mind reducing the brain to water,
as exploding facts trigger attacks on those who produce the slaughter.
Racism- Hate for self disguised by a chosen scapegoat.
Ignorance- stupidity developed since birth.
Hypocrisy- Unaware of the faults manifested in oneself.
Pomposity- Fantasy of being superman.
The human race dissolves in time
through the idiosyncrasies of all mankind.
Compromise- Negotiations that never follow through.
Contradiction- Truth covered by human lies.
Explanation- Tricked to believe the lies are true.
Exasperation- We are tired, the world shall end.
Darkness dominates the daylight skies
Is this a sign that human life will die?
Sadistic- empathy disappears into a flooded pool of nightmares.
Sarcasm- Passing off horror as pleasant dreams.
Possession- Obsession for gloom, punishment, death.
Mention- Talk of someone who perished along the way.
For those who remain alive and present, victims of today,
cherish the day your time has come for God to take you away.
Argumentative- As the brain explodes demise looms closer.
Decisive- A made up mind, to live, to die, to breathe again.
Destination- Controlled fate handed from the God of faith.
Implantation- My final resting place.
And so I stay in this fateful place, planned by enemies that breathe,
if only I could turn back time, I would live to see them bleed.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-30-12
Kill- A permanent excuse for living.
Torture- Being crucified for our mistakes.
Murder- Blood from a broken heart.
Die- Lifeless in the soul.
Black horizon wakes me up
to the dawn of a glorious Hell.
Revenge- The message burning in my eyes.
Self-Pity- The only reason I'm alive.
Emotions- Chaos belittling my crooked spine.
Limited Independence- Crowded is the fickle mind.
Drawing me away from love
to a home where there is fire.
Reliance- In trust I seek but blind.
Insanity- Success revealed as failure.
Heartless- Throwing their flame back to their death.
Dependence- No life echoed in my shell.
A man in his years of darkness,
to a woman who ruined each day.
Superiority- One eye over God.
Inferiority- Uncomfortable in my own skin.
Defiance- Tired of being robbed.
Fight- Taking a stand for freedom.
We are living with a complex
of confused facts and mind written terror.
Terror- the fiend that lives and sleeps in me.
Humanity- Masked kindness behind the terror.
Infatuation- Poison that drives one to murder.
Birth- Unforgiving death released from the mother's womb.
What has become of all God's children
when destruction rules creative minds?
Commitment- An issue blinded by lust.
Sociology- An A from mingling, a F for development.
Catch-22- Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Reality- Lost in the minds of the twisted.
When will the drama end,
time is walking the hides of sin.
Hallucinations- Real faces in deluded minds.
Death- Daylight blinded by darkness.
Love- Nonexistence within the battered soul.
Miscellaneous- Scattered brains condemned.
Still adrift with all life dismissed,
waiting above all for a forward kiss.
Communism- Global war crossing the American border.
Immigration- What seems safe renders hate.
Politicians- Nothing but lies heard over and over again.
Coincidence- An American citizen kills another.
Face upon face forging lies we'll be saved
but shorter and shorter don the end of our days.
Frustration- Watching empires tumble before my eyes.
Agitation- Fear of becoming a human statistic.
Revolution- War abroad, will our end be soon?
Evolution- Growth destroyed by human blood.
Overloaded mind reducing the brain to water,
as exploding facts trigger attacks on those who produce the slaughter.
Racism- Hate for self disguised by a chosen scapegoat.
Ignorance- stupidity developed since birth.
Hypocrisy- Unaware of the faults manifested in oneself.
Pomposity- Fantasy of being superman.
The human race dissolves in time
through the idiosyncrasies of all mankind.
Compromise- Negotiations that never follow through.
Contradiction- Truth covered by human lies.
Explanation- Tricked to believe the lies are true.
Exasperation- We are tired, the world shall end.
Darkness dominates the daylight skies
Is this a sign that human life will die?
Sadistic- empathy disappears into a flooded pool of nightmares.
Sarcasm- Passing off horror as pleasant dreams.
Possession- Obsession for gloom, punishment, death.
Mention- Talk of someone who perished along the way.
For those who remain alive and present, victims of today,
cherish the day your time has come for God to take you away.
Argumentative- As the brain explodes demise looms closer.
Decisive- A made up mind, to live, to die, to breathe again.
Destination- Controlled fate handed from the God of faith.
Implantation- My final resting place.
And so I stay in this fateful place, planned by enemies that breathe,
if only I could turn back time, I would live to see them bleed.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-30-12
Monday, March 26, 2012
The Mind's Eye
This is a poem that talks about what goes on in the minds of serial killers.
Like water in a mind's eye,
he worships women, death,
the thought to die.
In vanity of his cold possessed dreams,
desecrate man, woman,
blood-curdling fate.
Within shells of his written will,
he cherishes love, honesty,
to kill.
He who understands the true meaning of hate,
quantities of her
with a thousand faces;
Like a man always on a body chase,
he sees qualities, murder,
devouring haste.
Suspicion so internal with eyes infinity,
he destroys for the joyful
march of obscenity.
Killing for reason,
a degree he well understands,
the watery tongue, decapitation
obedient of every sub-conscious command.
Speculation creeping up on extreme death,
surmise, spy, target,
then return for the mess.
Penetrating victims while preparing for a bath,
he awaits the showers
of an eternal blood aftermath.
Breaking and entering
in order to bare on Christ's list,
with weapons that
shoot, stick, and twist.
"Oops", mistake!
break out again and again,
as he returns with another death wish.
Suicide or kill
of whoever dares to deceive,
me, him, or the life sake of man;
Not conscious of facts for mutilating lust,
ulcered pain, urgency for violence,
lacking of trust.
Millions here, Millions there,
bodies floating everywhere;
he alone scatters alone,
bury victims, never pray.
One look at someone
who is psychotically me,
bares various resemblance
of specified vulnerability,
guilt, casualty, homicide,
through soul, brain and hand.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-26-12
Like water in a mind's eye,
he worships women, death,
the thought to die.
In vanity of his cold possessed dreams,
desecrate man, woman,
blood-curdling fate.
Within shells of his written will,
he cherishes love, honesty,
to kill.
He who understands the true meaning of hate,
quantities of her
with a thousand faces;
Like a man always on a body chase,
he sees qualities, murder,
devouring haste.
Suspicion so internal with eyes infinity,
he destroys for the joyful
march of obscenity.
Killing for reason,
a degree he well understands,
the watery tongue, decapitation
obedient of every sub-conscious command.
Speculation creeping up on extreme death,
surmise, spy, target,
then return for the mess.
Penetrating victims while preparing for a bath,
he awaits the showers
of an eternal blood aftermath.
Breaking and entering
in order to bare on Christ's list,
with weapons that
shoot, stick, and twist.
"Oops", mistake!
break out again and again,
as he returns with another death wish.
Suicide or kill
of whoever dares to deceive,
me, him, or the life sake of man;
Not conscious of facts for mutilating lust,
ulcered pain, urgency for violence,
lacking of trust.
Millions here, Millions there,
bodies floating everywhere;
he alone scatters alone,
bury victims, never pray.
One look at someone
who is psychotically me,
bares various resemblance
of specified vulnerability,
guilt, casualty, homicide,
through soul, brain and hand.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-26-12
Friday, March 23, 2012
Halloween
This poem is about a boy who goes nuts on his mother after finding out she had been cheating on his father on Halloween, a day of fun and excitement for children. Instead of going trick -or-treating, he gets his revenge on his mother. The "The going nuts" part is expressed intensely in the first stanza.
People ran as bodies flew,
canaries in witch's brew;
Where to run and nowhere to hide?
Dark tunnel with no wish bone inside.
They count their blessings but their sins are in light,
specs of black on Halloween night;
Casted curses send a frightful daze,
plagues to them on their wedding day.
Still they marry in a frightful cave,
you can't bury so you set them ablaze;
Is it love or the love of hate?
Lets all betray our bird brain mates.
So you pay her back spreading ashes around,
retaliation cackling above rising ground;
All the relaxation makes you sleep so well,
you place her ashes in a frosty cold cell.
Paul Hickey
3-23-12
People ran as bodies flew,
canaries in witch's brew;
Where to run and nowhere to hide?
Dark tunnel with no wish bone inside.
They count their blessings but their sins are in light,
specs of black on Halloween night;
Casted curses send a frightful daze,
plagues to them on their wedding day.
Still they marry in a frightful cave,
you can't bury so you set them ablaze;
Is it love or the love of hate?
Lets all betray our bird brain mates.
So you pay her back spreading ashes around,
retaliation cackling above rising ground;
All the relaxation makes you sleep so well,
you place her ashes in a frosty cold cell.
Paul Hickey
3-23-12
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Scarlet the Harlot
This is another poem about a girlfriend cheating.
Blood on the walls,
Blood in the halls,
Blood from an animal's balls;
Blood from my hand,
Blood from a man,
Blood from a man with no balls.
Scarlet the Harlot,
Crimson whore,
Bread off a dirty old floor;
Stiff near a man,
Who bled from my hand,
is flushed all over the floor.
Blood on the walls,
Blood in the halls,
Blood from an animal's balls;
Blood on the bed,
Blood from the dead,
Two lifeless where they fall.
Scarlet the Harlot,
Crimson whore,
Bread off a dirty old floor;
Pale white waste
With anemic face
Cannot betray me anymore.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-18-12
Blood on the walls,
Blood in the halls,
Blood from an animal's balls;
Blood from my hand,
Blood from a man,
Blood from a man with no balls.
Scarlet the Harlot,
Crimson whore,
Bread off a dirty old floor;
Stiff near a man,
Who bled from my hand,
is flushed all over the floor.
Blood on the walls,
Blood in the halls,
Blood from an animal's balls;
Blood on the bed,
Blood from the dead,
Two lifeless where they fall.
Scarlet the Harlot,
Crimson whore,
Bread off a dirty old floor;
Pale white waste
With anemic face
Cannot betray me anymore.
Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-18-12
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