"Each day we die a little more." Not once have truer words been spoken. What it means is entirely up to you. This page is dedicated to Strong Sad, everyone's favorite depressio. If you've got some sad, dark, or even gothic poetry, you can send it to us at this e-mail address, with "poetry" in the subject line. If you have a weblog, be sure to include the URL to it. Strong Sad, this one's for you. :-(

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Clever I am? Next to no one.
Undiscovered and soggy.
Look up. Look down. They're around.
Probably laughing. Still, bright, watery.
Listed among the top. Ten.
Nine. Late night. Early morn.
Early mourn. Now I sleep.

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Broken slouchiness,
Smiling from outside the spine,
Sit up straight for once.

Tears
They don't stop coming.
Beating down on me like fists of rain
Until I fall, and they fall with me.
I am shaken and full of shame.
Passers-by point and laugh
At my misfortune.
I hide my shining cheeks beneath my hair,
Long and wild
and free.