- Depression -

Depression is something I feel when I'm away, seperated, or lonely. Depression is something that cannot be explained, it's just there. How can we deal with he dark sense of no belonging, no purpose, nothing. We as people sell our souls for pretty things, things of pleasure, self-gratification, or things we want but cannot have. depression has set in me as I write this poem, I have came home. I have joined the Brood, I have came home. Will you do the same? Your depression will vanish, you will feel a sense of belonging and purpose, something. Come home to the Brood. You will not and I do not feel anything less. I no longer feel depression.

Written by Adam Tofoya (ex boyfriend)

--I am not sure if it is really Brood, his writing there was difficult to read--

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*~   Poetry   That   Is   NOT   Mine   ~*

Poetry in my eyes is a form of beauty and emotional expression. Wether it referrs to love or hate, it is still beautiful to me. If you want your poetry to be posted on this page just e-mail me. Just a little about this page, all the poetry I have on this page is either some poetry I have encountered or liked, and poetry of friends that I was given. I think all those who submit there poetry to me, they are truly wonderful people. Read the following poetry with an open mind, or tho will have no enjoyment from it.. Ciao..

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The precious manifestation of a life-long dream so calm, so wonderful, like a gentle stream. She holds me suspended in a fountain of hope nourishing my soul, until the day we elope. This fragile creature oh so renowned with the ability like none other, the power to astound. Laughter is induced with one touch, one word a melodic voice smoother than a chorus of birds. With this love she humbles my spirit molding my rough edges until I fit and match her, her beauty, her virtuous vision, procuring joy and humor as if it's her mission. Truely she is an ideal wedge between death and me, with her I think, from agony, I'm finally free. But is it really a dream and nothing more, to tortue me again, my heart, my core. no....I know she exists, she is real. To me, the meaning of life, she will soon reveal.

By: InDa Zone - icq # 2507363

Season of the Soul 

The chilly autumn breeze across my cheek 
beauty within nature is what I seek 
leaves caught in the wind, fly and rustle 
bear cubs by a tree, rumble and tustle 
the raven's caw is heard all around 
my skin shivers at that shrilling sound 


The squirrells run around looking for food 
the beauty of the land brings on a peaceful mood 
My step lands on a twig, and snap it goes 
up on a ridge, stands a couple of does 
they leap off into the distance, with style and grace 
a large smile spreads across my chilly face 


I sit on a rock and watching a babbling brook 
the water cascades into ever nanny and crook 
the sun beams high up in the skies 
there is no way, these lands could tell any lies 


In nature, my soul feels free 
the beautiful peacefullness goes as far as the eye can see 
In these lands, is where I belong 
the animals and wind create a harmonic song
The days end comes near 
the animal's calls die down in my ear 
I stand and walk 
and take my leave from this place 
the one thing that can always bring a smile to my face. 


The End 


By: Paul Kinne