Eternal Happiness…

Happiness is a figment of the imagination Tends to arrive on its own agenda

To any destination

Paralysed by its fulfilment and anticipation 

Happiness is like a gradient it dips and climbs

At the sign of a good or bad occasion

Joy on the other hand has a persistence that happiness could not fathom nor compare

But the thing with Joy 

Once it’s there it should remain

But along comes pain and breaks up my Love affair with joy
Questioning my happiness

Dipping in and out sadness

To the point I have replaced my joy with gladness and contentment 

Which I like but disagree to be complacent 

I’m riddling with feelings

Figments of the imagination 

Designed to categorise the places our voyage of life takes us
Happiness and I have mutual understanding 

We don’t really mix 

So we embrace each other 

When other guest like 

Love and joy come into the mix

Joy is my gain as well as my pain 

Life tends to play these sort of games
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2015-08-03 

This Makes No Sense

Simplistic, Pessimistic, Confused, Deluded, Misconstrued, Misunderstood

Alleviated, Exaggerated, Perplexed, Removed, Unused, Abused, Misunderstood

 

Words that I remove from the pockets of the many hands that pluck my brain

Branded in smiles, selflessness and retracted gain

I do write words of deluded form that just nimbly subtract themselves from 

What I confuse myself with everyday

I write this in hope, that it makes sense 

Because as perplexed frowns 

Endow my plain glare with pessimism

Once filled with optimism and defiant courage

I look on life with destain

I write words no I type words with devices,

Slaps ones self,

Who writes anymore

Simplistic ways,

With no need to write 60 words in a minute

To make sure I make the grade

 

Just the simple, artistic act, that my self-efficacy crave 

And my personality would thrive on as I decorated the page

Writing with loops and curves mixing fonts and texts because it was the way my mind would 

Convey, it all on a simple lined page.

 

‘Miss I finished’ Without proper use of the English language I was learning at this tender age.

Remembering how mistakes, were mistakes, with very little cause to correct.

‘Miss, I have finished’. I correct myself in my thoughts as I wish I could turn back the page

Maybe a chapter maybe a book or two. Rewinding is what we all love to do at some stage

I just wished I didn’t feel this every single day.

 

My rambling has occurred

I’ve not written or spoken sweet words of poetry

With a soft deep tone to make knees we and tremble as I speak in a while. 

 

Maybe its the relationship I’m in that takes me such a while to finally word it all out.

I’ve lost my way, made mistakes upon mistakes, even lost my faith for a long while.

It’s taken 3 years to figure it all out. What do I do now?

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If I was to say I hate you with an deniable passion. I’d be lying but also telling the truth.

Complex thoughts surround my frontal lobe
Leaving me at a glance,
Emotional exposed.
To the treatment
That my type deserves.

So rage fills my veins
Because if they can
Everyone else will
Suppressed in this mental stress

My Wrists covered in defeat.
Weak
Ashamed
As I wipe the sweat glands that decided to seep my shame
And whisper my name.

I love and hate you in the same sentence
You gave me life
So I must serve my sentence
That’s the penalty of being a bastard child.
You are the image of their mistake.
So when life continues to produce
Struggle
I’m looked at as the start of this trouble

Bitter words
Coarse through brain
like the length of desert sands
Deserted with a wooden spoon at hand
Did I just sprinkle your habit with moist lips as satisfaction grips

I said I hate you with a passion because it’s true and on the other hand
Not so true
But I must admit
I’ll never be anything like you.
I’ll break free from the poison
Your eyes hold so firmly
And words spray with pinpoint precision.
Just be free from this conflicting
Tug of War with my hearts choice or position

Do I love or hate you?!

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