Jesse Ellsbury
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Depression is something nobody gets,
not even those afflicted with it.
With the sponge on your eyes and the veil on your head,
you’re too busy wond’ring what it’s like to be dead
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Poem!
How dare you defy me
the words at my command.
I am your creator,
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The bubbles fly so fervently,
Down my parched and painful throat,
The straw amidst
The blocks of ice,
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Why does quicksand exist?
Why does the lightning strike like a wildcat
growling from the midst?
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When the smoke
clears and the fire engines
disappear I’ll find that my house
still remains
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There’s no point in teaching
the rats on a sinking ship
how to swim…
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Bumblebee, how do you soar
with a body so big and wings so short?
The physics are ungainly,
the angles don’t add up to one-eighty
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It was a day in early May
When the two sat on a hill,
Staring into the sea.
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The sparrow flutters with a broken wing,
one working oar spinning it in circles.
It has no idea what the future holds,
a bleak and broken condemnation,
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I revel in the world around me, in the trees and clouds and oceans,
I romp around and call to the hills and the hills call back to me
in unspoken languages, the pangs of this are anguishing,
snow has melted, flowers wilted, I thought that they would bloom
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The clouds float by in the shapes of memories.
Summer is when the shells surf the waves,
when the decomposed corpses of rocks are reassembled
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Beautiful swimmer, I see you,
diving beneath the water,
wings wet like a dewed blade of grass,
tail feathers greased like hair slicked back,
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If you fail to follow the rules,
the rules will follow you.
It may not be fair, it may not be right,
but that’s the way the world works:
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When I punish myself to get back at others,
sometimes the logic in this gets muddled.
Who am I kidding? It’s pathos, it’s somber,
I’m an emotional suicide bomber.
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This poem has no purpose,
its letters are cells and just as worthless.
An organism that just exists,
words on paper just like us on this
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A Christmas party,
a discarded coat,
shunned from the shoulders of its freezing host
and amidst the cheers and each kiss,
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Tomorrow is the day of judgment, brought before the king
unelected, forever protected
he thinks by years,
he thinks the tears
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You will underestimate
and you will overcompensate
and for every word that leaves my lips,
you will have some little quip
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The greatest thing about a job well-done,
a war that’s won,
or a song well-sung
is the knowledge that you tried,
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I don’t want another chance to fail; I’ve proven I can do it,
I’ve had plenty of chances to succeed, and with every one I blew it.
Why when things are looking up do I always look down?
I tell myself I want to fly but I’m staring at the ground.
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Jesse Ellsbury Biography
Jesse Ellsbury was born in Washington D.C. but grew up in the suburbs. He wrote his first poem when he was fourteen, and it started a lifelong passion. He attended the University of Maryland, Baltimore County of a full Humanities and taught with AmeriCorps before earning his Master of Arts in Teaching at the University of Pittsburgh. He is a licensed English teacher and enjoys it, but his heart will always be with his black pen, not his red one. His work can be allusive, abrasive, elusive, philosophical, witty, and even apocalyptic, but it is diverse and has a literary depth, detail, and humor that can be eye-opening. If he didn't intend to have the career path of Edgar Allen Poe or Emily Dickenson, he might amount to something.)
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Even Depressed People Say That They'Re Fine
Depression is something nobody gets,
not even those afflicted with it.
With the sponge on your eyes and the veil on your head,
you’re too busy wond’ring what it’s like to be dead
to even see what’s going on,
when you look at yourself all you see is a pawn
captured too early in the game,
you spend so much time seeking someone to blame
that you never ask what you did to get to that place
where the sun never shines,
where everything is offered and yet nothing is mine.
But you get used to the pain that you feel every day,
and the loneliness leads you to push others away,
you feel so alone and you want relief,
but you’re afraid that the effort will lead to more grief
it’s not worth it and so you conclude
that it’s safer to spend your life in your room.
If you don’t take the test you have no chance to fail,
just beware your cocoon doesn’t become a jail.
Depression is when the pleasure of life is outweighed by the pain,
when the past hits the future and tomorrow is stained,
you can’t see the ground so you refuse to walk,
you can’t dare to speak because someone might talk.
Depression is a day when the clouds won’t part,
and not a drop falls on your lips which are parched
like the desert you feel whenever you see
the things you used to love or the people who believe
you can snap out of this
with the flick of a switch,
well if that’s true,
then where is it?
Depression is when help you are offered
matters less than the hurt that you have,
when you hold onto that pain
like a junkie holds their vein
in a closed loop of cold suicide.
Depression is a state of mind
that confuses the truth with its own lies.
But before you conclude
that none of this applies to you,
remember:
even depressed people say that they’re fine.
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