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The Art of Depression

The field...the breeze...you're just eating me away.

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG - Genres: Angst - Characters:  - Published: 2012/12/27 - Updated: 2012/12/28 - 250 words

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• The Art of Depression

  (#) Mirazal 2012-12-28 09:42:22 PM

  Oh, gosh. This is really beautiful.
  
  I'm just kind of curious, because I can't write really cool, deep poetry like this, but... Um... Do you know what's going on when you write something? Hmm, I don't know how to say this...
  
  Do you just imagine this happening? Or like, is this inspired by something in your life? Do you have to feel like this man in order to write him?
  
  I'm sorry, it was a weird question. Any way you look at it, this is beautiful, and you're an awesome writer.

  Author's response

  MIRAZAL! YAY! YOU'RE BACK-ISH!!!!!
  
  Why are you so goddamn kind?!
  
  Hmm. Well. I guess...hmm. I don't really like to talk about my issues, but this one in particular is kind of how I feel come midnight or noon...It's hard to explain. I mean, I don't mind rambling on to you about it.
  
  I guess I spend too much time alone...but sometimes I just can't bring myself to spend any time with other people. It's totally fucked up, too.
  
  So, the easiest way for me to put it is that when I'm all alone, then I can write or draw or make music. It's strange. I didn't used to be this way...
  
  With some of the other stuff (The Casuality., Breakdown of CA's Sunken Children, for example), though, it's like I'm not writing at all. Like someone has taken over or some shit...
  
  But then there are the ones like Beat It Soldier, AZ. that are about as vague and messed up as I feel sometimes.
  
  I guess I'm trying to explain the reason I'm here, but that's absolutely impossible...like blue roses.
  
  But thank you, m'dear. No question is strange coming from you. And one more tip, if you wanted to write deep shit (which I'm positive you're entirely capable of anyhow), I listen to A LOT of fucking music.
  
  But, the real poets that I can muster up are:
  
  Conor Oberst (Bright Eyes, Desparecidos, Mystic Valley Band)
  
  Johnny Whitney (Blood Brothers, Neon Blonde, Jaguar Love)
  
  Billy Corgan (Smashing Pumpkins)
  
  Morrissey (The Smiths)
  
  Colin Meloy (Decemberists)
  
  BUT these dudes are inspirational and I've learnt something from each of them. Especially Conor Oberst, Johnny Whitney and Colin Meloy.
  
  GOOD LUCK MY DEAR!

• The Art of Depression

  (#) BipolarUnicorn 2012-12-29 02:13:11 PM

  Oh my gosh.
  
  Seriously you explained my life in 250 words.
  I'm like dead serious.
  
  But either way this is beautiful and fucking amazing. I really really really love it :3
  
  Gah :D I love it I'm never gonna stop reading this! It's amazinnnggggg c;

  Author's response

  Thank you, as always!
  
  Dude! It's my life too! How fucked are we? :P
  
  THANK YOU SO MUCH.
  
  You make me unbelievable happily.

• The Art of Depression

  (#) upinflames 2013-04-19 07:06:15 AM

  you can't imagine two boys sitting at a screen, tears rolling fat down their cheeks as they keel over with laughter and one of them says "you have to see this, you gotta, you gotta" and he types in "KILL YOURSELF" snorts and falls over with giggles, cheeks warm and pink when the first search result is a familiar phoneline bordered in red. i go blind and hiss a warning while the laughter goes on and on and on and on
  
  get out of my head, it's weird in there.
  
  -az

  Author's response

  I can imagine it, not surprisingly.
  
  I dunno, dude, I like your head. It's normal in there.

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