Depression is a Looker I stand in front of the cold looking glass what I see catches me off gaurd. I dont even recognize myself anymore; I can see the pain and depression setting into the countours of my face. Black cirlces hidden under my eyes, sunken cheeks, and a straight tight mouth replace the once beautiful features. Even my eyes are a different shade... a deeper, darker blue it makes me wonder how I didnt see it all before...can others see it too?
It's a generation thing... and not sure if you meant this or not... but the term "looker" is used "back in the day" to indicate someone who is "good-looking". So it didn't seem to quite fit with "once beautiful" - at least not for me. I like the "eyes are a different shade" part... and ending with the question... can others see it too? I kind of like the title, but then finding a way to twist the poem a bit - to mean that it "depression" makes you "beautiful" - a looker - perhaps because we can all see ourselves in you... we identify with you, depression has changed your look - but instead of taking away - it enhances your beauty... Does that make sense? I like where this could go... Vetty
These are my favourite lines. It's been a while since you've posted. It's good to have you back. You always write about quite deep ideas and usually pull it off very well. I really like the changing in the colour of your eyes in this poem reflecting the changes in personality. Keep posting, Peace, A.
^ thanks guys. vetty...yes i got what you were saying and that would be a good direction to take it...but i left it this way so i could be read and interpreted in different ways and thats how most of my peotry is...everyone has their own veiw on it and if you read it over and over again you tweak your veiw each time...but thanks for the comment. redyelruc...yes i had been awhile since i posted...i had been busy moving and such...so i had written some new stuff just not had the time or energy to post it. Im glad you like it. Its nice how you interpreted the change of colors in my eyes...i hadnt really thought of it that way...changing in personality...i had thought of it as the darkness entering my soul...and as one of my favorite quote states "The eyes are the window to the soul." i had that impression when i wrote this...but i like your spin on things too
I interpreted it the same as vetty at first, and then I formed a different view. But either way, I liked it very much, and it definitely made me stop and ponder my own place in the world for a moment.
You are a great poet. I always enjoy/relate to your work. I am often impressed by the depth of knowing and insight you have on life and emotions -- even more so at 15. The emotion and reality in all your works always comes straight through to me, almost as if I have experienced it myself. And, I think that is partly true. My situation was different in many ways from what I can make of yours from your writings. Yet, I had my own Dark Night of The Soul, which at the time, I felt would never end. When I read your work, I feel the anger, the loneliness, the abandonment, the futility, and the pain, once again. You have a great talent, and gift. You express yourself so well. Slay the Dragon with your words!
