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This is my first published poem. You will
leave this site to go and see it(so
please bookmark me if you haven't already done so), but I
hope you will not only like the place it
takes you, but return to this site often. The
webmistress there has kindly given this poem a
wonderful home. I love her dearly as she understands
all too well the meaning of "depression". Please be
kind to her, for she is one of the "good people" on
our Earth.
It is a poem about the ups and downs of
Depression. No, not like losing your
current flame (although that is difficult,
too), but real life depression, that comes
out of nowhere, and just as suddenly disappears
into nowhere as well. The kind that makes
people lay in bed for weeks at a time(I
been there too many times), and then makes
you act as if nothing was wrong. I am
supposed to take 40mg of Prozac for mine,
but I hate how it makes me feel sometimes,
so I usually don't.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that
all of these poems are about losing love,
while this one is about losing life
itself. Ironically, this loss of life
(or respect for it, if you will), is the
driving source of my poetry.
I wish I could find all of the old ones to
share on here. They would express the
ups and downs, because most of them were
written in a different state of mind than
"Twister"


They were written on the edge of a cliff
long before I understood what was going
on with me. I'm talking about those
awkward teens, and that alone being enough
problem for anyone. Throwing a whacked
out mind-set on top of it could be
overwhelming at times. The only thing I
understood then was that I USUALLY could
disband those thoughts by writing a poem
about how I was feeling.

Well enough with the rambling,
on to the poems. Enjoy.-Kris

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