Deprived of positive thinking

The moon
 the dark side of the moon
The stars, the snow
 they glitter at noon
The universe
 the universe contradicts me
But why
 am I lost so easily?
It all adds up
 it all makes sense
There is no moon
 there is no conscience
 there is no coincidence

There is no noon.

Pretty

If i climb high enough
Into heaven
and bring down a piece of it
maybe seven
Could you believe me then
Proof in hands
or would your blindness of heart
contaminate the chance
of ever convincing you
To see
What I see
Just be
What you are and can be

Pretty.

Revelation

I have looked the sun straight in they eye
I was invited, he said he'd got nothing to hide
So I took off my glasses and I took a good look
At what I'd just yesterday mistook
 For an ordinary ball of light
No glamour, no spite
Yet now the Sun of suns was in my sight
And I felt my whole foundation shook
So I peeled off my skin and I threw it away
So that I may live in the land of forever day.

Conclusion by poetry

What if this life was just a cartoon
as dark as the moon
Would we be the heroes on a flying ship
Controlled by a chip
I should fly and save the world
my ego so twirled
These faces are much too beautiful
all, too, so hurtful
Maybe the cartoonists should leave the rest
only design the crest
And to all of us leave the best
making this life not a cartoon

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Depression With a Rhyme-Scheme

I long to live out my dreams,
but reality is as reality seems,
it's hard work and occasional breakdowns
usually it just feels like acting silly in front of clowns..
I guess the true story is;
It will probably always be like this.

De nætter

Sleepless nights are the hardest,

But I get it;

It’s when the mind wants to sleep but the heart is

Hoping for a bigger thrill.

To Measure Oneself

Sometimes the world seems so twisted,

Sometimes it only takes one thing to fuck you up,

At these times it can truly be measured,

What you’re really made of.