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Suction Cups, a Poem

Updated on February 19, 2013

Some Ass embly Required

The pretty pill slides

down my old throat,

down the hatch

without a scratch...


an alien nation of friends

to supplicate, duplicate,

be the same as-

happy, happy, happy!


all I must do is what

others do, spread the frosting

over the pitted and shell shocked

moon rock of life,


make it pretty,

send it down the chute,

half-price bargains,

and bright color choices...


suction cups-

some ass-embly required,

Gosh! they attach

so easily now!


I'll put them everywhere,

starting with my mouth,

maybe then the disappointed

will cross my bow again!


pretty pretty pills,

will make me a better verson,

Lilyfly WTF in stereo,

now I sound like you!


No more complaints!

1984!

happier 101-

Do you think I like depression?


That I do it to ruin

your day?

that I want to spread sorrow?

How could you think so slenderly of me?


Well, now I can afford

the pretty pretty pills,

and now I can forget how

you forgot me,


or tried to.


I'm still me.

But you were

never who

I thought

you were.

Friend.






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    • lilyfly profile image
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      Lillian K. Staats 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Well, I'm commenting.

      By it's very nature, depression is alienating. I've been depressed. I've been depressed because I could not afford antidepressants. I got them today.

      The very notion that someone would willfully decide on negative aspects of their psyche, and then ALSO lose the support of those they consider friends, is, well, depressing.

      Not only does one become depressed, but they lose the understanding of those they so desperately need.

      I would like anyone to single out a child,and ask that child if they want or aspire to be a person with depression, or be addicted to substances, or get cancer.

      Yes. I don't think you will. So too, I did not wish to have depression. But I do, and I continue to write under the pall of depression, not only to reap the benefits of self-expression, but to put a name, and a face to depression.

      If my writing offends you, move it along, because it's a honest reflection of myself at that time.

      Thank you, and have a nice life. Lillian K. Staats

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      Clark Cook 4 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      the darkness closes

      deeper shadows ripple

      and

      shimmer

      on the broken edges of my mind

      I am alone

      so alone---

      how dare the light, bright ones

      leave me here,

      the demons pulling me

      deeper into nothing.

      how dare they dance their

      silly dances on

      the altar of my

      despair?

      they care not

      that I am here......

      or could it be

      they just

      don't know

      how to reach me

      in the dark?

      are filled with love and

      striving for words

      but are pushed back

      by the darkness itself?

      light must conquer dark.

      they must try harder.

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      Lillian K. Staats 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      And Clark this is awe inspiring poetry, This sends shivers down my back. I adore this one... please get back here and post it on your site! THIS kind of poetry is what I live for!

      Friends forgive friends. If you'll forgive me for being a monstrous carbuncle on the ass of humanity, I forgive you for not knowing what to say.

      You see? friends again... much love and admiration...love, lily

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      Nikkij504gurl 4 years ago from Louisiana

      Great poems, lily and moonfroth. Depression is a disease...it eats away at your self esteem, motivation goes down the drain, you are in a constant rain cloud of despair and self pity. pessimism. loneliness. Some need pretty little pills to cope and feel normal. some just need to wake up and come back to reality, and realize things are not as bad as they seem. things could always be worse. and to stay in this heart breaking rut will only make things worse, the best thing to do, or at least try to do, is brush your shoulders off and get up and move on. let go of the past, and learn from your mistakes. those who keep you down, kick them out of your life, and only surround yourself with good, happy real friends

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      Brenda Barnes 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      Lily, I recently read that "depression is frozen fear." I am still working that out but see the foundation of truth in it. As for me and my heart, we will always love you warts and all. Hy

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      ExoticHippieQueen 4 years ago

      I can always count on you to express yourself in an intriguing and offbeat way that appeals to my brain.................loved it.

    • lilyfly profile image
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      Lillian K. Staats 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Nice to see you baby girl, love yaz, lily

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      Lillian K. Staats 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Weird. Bing chose this poem to post under my name.

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