Dewar’s

Growing up my parents had a liquor cabinet. I grew up sneaking small nips from it and over the years my taste for scotch matured.

Once I even emptied my bottle of English Leather cologne and filled it with whisky, and whiskey, so I could have a small “pick me up” in the morning.

Who would know how much those habits can stick…

I never could shake the taste of chemical flavor from those quick bites. It wasn’t very good scotch at that point. But I still drank it.

I still love me a good glass. I assume I always will.

-OM

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Something

I sat upon the edge of tomorrow,

and dangled my legs into the future.

Swinging my feet into tomorrow,

I looked for some inspiration to borrow.

For something worth seeing to see.

Some inspiration left inside of me.

A sign of what the future brings.

A sign of what today really means.

-OM

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Depression Settles at the Bottom

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I don’t view depression as waves, at least not for me. My depression feels like white flakes in a snow globe and are activated when something shakes me to my core. I become the center and the space around me becomes my world, a world I cannot see. While blinded I feel my swinging mood aiming for me like a gauntlet and I am the fool that has entered into it blind. No matter how hard I try, I simply cannot escape.

It has been 17 years since I found out about my birth mom and my sister. It has been 12 years since I tried to kill myself the first time. It has been 9 years  since I found happiness again. Through those transitions I have relearned my depression. Through those years I have grown to accept it and myself.

People always want to fix things. Fix your smile so it looks just right, fix your attitude so it fits your new smile, and while we are at it let’s fix your past so you can finally move on. Depression? Take these meds, a few more pills. Lay back down on this couch… aren’t you comfortable yet? Tell me about your problems so I can tell you why they aren’t really issues. Let me know all your concerns so I can explain how you created them. Men and women in white coats scribbling your life away in a second. Trying to find the answers when we don’t even know the question.

Depression settles at the bottom. It never goes away. It never “finally leaves.” When happiness slams the door who is the first to notice and peep their head from waiting closet? Who knows just the right words to whisper in your ear so that you question the answers you once had?

Feelings come like a shaking sun and all you can do is stand there in your crystal prison and wait.

Waiting for depression to settle once more.

-Opinionated Man

Jason C. Cushman

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Star

I wished upon a Star.

And watched it float from afar.

Never knowing it wasn’t my star.

It already knew another’s call.

I climbed up in a tree.

Hoping for a sight to see.

All I see is other trees…

and people seeing what I want to see…

I have these crazy dreams.

Of people chasing me.

It makes no sense it seems.

Why must I always flee…

-OM

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Cloud

I looked upon a black cloud. It did not go away.

I placed in it all my pain. Still it stayed.

Shining rays of sun. It did not care.

My black cloud waved. Like her black hair.

I tried to dance between the rain. My falling bits of pain.

Tried to forget her name, till it drove me insane.

Now all that’s left is this black cloud. Won’t you go away?

My hanging memory of emotion felt. Your exit here to stay.

-OM

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