Friday, June 17, 2011


Depression or Sadness?

“People think depression is about being sad. They think it’s just when you ‘feel down’. It’s not. It’s like a darkness that creeps over you and fills you. It drains all your emotions. It takes everything from you, and leaves you feeling hollow and numb. It’s not sadness, it’s not anger, it’s hopelessness. Imagine waking up and there being no colour. Walking outside and feeling no wind. Eating a meal and tasting nothing. Holding someone and feeling completely alone at the same time. When you’re depressed, it’s not a bad mood. It’s a numb, empty, hollowness that seems to never leave. It’s feeling alone in a room full of people. You feel like there’s no hope left.”

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[Uknown Author]

Invisibility

Like an invisible
I feel it all slipping away
I have thoughts that not give me force to fight

I feel that always searched,
I see now that what wasn't always so clear
I have the purest essence of sadness in the soul

I feel that the time is approaching,
And today I see that I have pains that never passed.

Like an invisible.

Author: Dan Oak


Silence

At the disturbing sound of birds in the morning,
A view to showy and untouched nature
Under all the splendor and magnificence of the sun

The afternoons are quiet and hours are slow.
The coffee brings together all in a warm conversation
And the evening rain makes themselves isolate...

At night, each of which chooses their path
Impose barriers, walls
Shortening the best moments

Thus, silence makes it abode,
Distancing the present
And increasing the desire by absent.

Author: Dan Oak

My Sorrow

My sadness has no hour,
Has no space, reason, size, time...
She is always intense.
She imperceptible arrives and conquest all that has in me.

My sorrow, ah, is an incurable disease
But that also doesn't take to the grave immediately.
Will consuming... Taking you all.. Even the smallest pleasures.

Then is noticeable, for all
Many questions, few know, no one understands.

Nobody knows what is going on here, and nobody needs to know
Because, knowing, will not help me at nothing...

And so I'm gonna following.

Author: Dan Oak

Brands

How many times you contradict your principles and accept something for the loved one?
Perhaps the best is not love.

Don't have cold in the belly? Get off at the roller coaster.
Don't have beautiful words? Read GuimarĂ£es Rosa.
Don't have company? Adopt a puppy.
Don't have magic? Watch movies.
Keep your heart to biological functions, not sentimental...
However, if you are so foolish as I, love.

In the end, the only thing you'll leave will be reclusive poetry in some insignificant corner without any credibility...
It will hurt, but with the certainty that has loved someone who certainly didn't deserve.

Author: Dan Oak

Heart

Nasty thoughts,
Cold nights and long,
Dried delights,
False smiles,
Vacant ideas,
Lost soul,
Emotional coldness,

Cold Heart.

What happened to me after my life has perished,
And my life were you.

I may not have physically died, but did issue of killing what was inside me.

Author: Dan Oak

Sunday, June 12, 2011


The Rain

I see the rain that falls in the late afternoon,
And will leading, little by little, what it find by the way,
Making a clean and leaving only remnants of what was there
To mark the presence in that ground.

I see the tears running down my face at the end of each conflict.
Are uncertain, but deep, make holes in the soul,
And are taking a bit of every feeling.

As the rain that needs wash the floor
The tears need wash my soul.

Rain by rain water it soaks into the ground,
Tear into tear will gonna a piece of my heart.

Go all the impurities and prepares the ground for a new start
Go all the feelings, and the unique soil that is barren is this suffered heart.

Author: Dan Oak


Only You

If not for you,
I wouldn't cry so much, and not smile then.

If not for you,
I wouldn't want to die, and live intensely with you.

If not for you,
I wouldn't wrestle and seek peace that I only find in you.

If not for you,
My world was only darkness, but I have you like the sunshine in my life.

If not for you,
I wouldn't cry, neither wrestle, either die
But I also would never live intensely what I live only with you and I will live only once.

Author: Dan Oak

Disappointments

How to look back and see that one day we had the full conviction that it would be different?

Never is different, it is always the same,
The same feelings, a few certainties and doubts dormant.

There is nothing to change,
Nobody gives value if you show your feelings in a different way.

As to believe that the next person will understand what we feel?

Would make my worst nightmares to protect someone, even though this insane idea was wrong and against what you all think
Never so easily release someone so, before I throw me away.

And therefore, the individualism seems the only solution.

Author: Dan Oak

The Search

I try, I'm always searching.
For something that I don't know set,
It's all so far, nothing that I want.

A person who can't express opinions, because it is constantly being judged, and almost always damned...
And so acquiring traumas.

I keep searching,
This time by matters that almost never interest me.
By superfluous things, in an attempt to find happiness in small pleasures dead.

It is difficult to continue
But I'm still searching,
Looking for something to show me the value I had on life.

And I find the happiness,
The last moments when happiness smiled at me while holding in my hand revealed to me all his glory on the other side of this great journey.

Author: Dan Oak

Doubts

Is there a light at the end of the tunnel?
Where can I find it?
What to do with this heart-sickening?
Let it suffering for being part of life or soften their suffering with irreversible acts?
Worth living?
How can we take life so seriously since there will live it?
When it all will end?

Once again in my boring monologue in the dawn alone, I realize that there aren't many outputs.
That we can't have what we want, that there aren't a person entirely happy.
I Stop, think, write,
And really expose what I feel in a whirlwind of words stunned exits a bruise heart, while ordinary people lead their poor lives following the patterns and trends that society imposes on them to be taken as sociable.
Well, it is already late, and there is nothing more to do... Not even sleep.

Author: Dan Oak

Emotional Weakness

Why do we always thought that the right person is who is with us?
Why do we always believe in certain promises that never come to pass?
It is so easy to make sure that something will be forever,
And so difficult to accept the end when ever gave what it had to give...

It is so easy to fall in love and get carried away by the irrationality of feeling,
And it's so hard to accept that everything has an end, and it all ends.

It is easy to read texts and more texts exposing painful feelings,
But the difficult is to put these feelings on paper.

Why do we always get involved so much?
We trust too much, love too, so that too much?
One day comes the grief, the disappointment, the anguish...
Why then expose both something that perhaps not worth?

Weak by nature.

Author: Dan Oak

Saturday, June 11, 2011



Don't be surprised when I don't correspond as much as before,
When not feel or look you at Similarly,
When you realize who died what was already buried,
And see that not even the desire survived,
That love couldn't resist and my world has drowned in his own blood.

Author: Dan Oak


Lost Lovers

By trying to hide the pain
By wanting to make a difference
I could not avoid the love
I had no escape as the sentence

I chose certain paths by the wrong people
The certain people never attended in my life
And though I think along this road
I can only see an exit

Despite the oddities that I had tried to commit
Eye at the past and I see that I did wrong
I was thinking about what still had to do
I was remembering a love not-healed

I lost my time with people insignificant
Before the seclusion than suffering
Amid the suffocating love
I can still nurture the same feelings

Author: Dan Oak

Thursday, June 9, 2011


Aquarium

His room was individually. He was a friend of Napoleon and John Kennedy, both were their neighbors. He wore sweater and had their hair shaved off. There, people wore white clothes. The lining of the roof was moldy, but the aisles were cleaned. There were bars on his window, there he had a view of trees with large canopies and a huge gate surrounded by wires. Received six meals a day, and your dessert in many of them were drugs. Lived there for about a year. Had hosted on this place after trying to play a roof. His name was Lucky and had 26 years. Weekly received the visit of Dr. Rubens, they talked for an hour and returned to his room. It was there where he remained for most of the time. Sometimes doing nothing, looking at the cracks of the ceiling and he began to think. So he spent hours until white pants men call for meals or for group discussions.
It was a good place to live. He could do almost everything. Could be who he wanted to, could run up to lose your breath, could scream the lungs and lying without fear of being repressed.
When angry, he fought, when he felt happy, smiled. He's feel free to roll on the floor, rolling. He loved being able to do everything.
He recalled that before going there, his life was dull and insignificant, he was often labeled. He thought that should have been born there, and that people should live there too. He did not know to distinguish a dream of some real experience, often claimed to have found people from television or flown like a bird.
He liked to talk to inanimate objects, and when they asked the reason to do it, he said: "They don't interrupt me saying what is right or wrong, don't fight saying that it's impossible to do things, or that my stories did not make sense."
Another of his hobby was watching television. He liked to see the cartoon or tv reports; watched about wars that happened in the world, people are starving and people with so much money that bought part of the world, people being killed and people crying, mothers abandoning children and others doing everything to have a child...
Watching people doing war claiming 'peace', people who stole millions and weren't arrested, who stole to eat picking up penalty of five years... Large people killing others, but were not arrested because they hadn't age yet...
People talked about that the hospice was a bad place to live, and so when watched the news was confusing, going towards the window, and looked for the facade of the gate of the Hospice that said: "The hospice is not here, the hospice is out there".

[Unknown Author]

Mental Despair

In the search for leaks already expected
After finding myself wandering in this dark land
With my mind unclear bored
I keep crying for one more day

World unfortunate that nobody knows
Rules and standards persist in control
No use to stop because nobody reflects
In a life full of doubts and disarray

I try to understand daily
What I'm doing here
Constantly suffering
Looking for a door that let me out

When isolate myself in the solitude of my soul
Teleportation me away of this place
Then the strange world claps
To learn that once again made me cry

The doors of my life are closing
I feel a dark angel embracing me
There is something watching me
Is that my new life coming?

Author: Dan Oak