tide has turned;
freshly uncovered thoughts
run around like little tigers—
seemingly wild, untameable and savage. Yet
their furry coats demand attention and
paternal care dissolved in mother’s milk
to grow into a ferocious beast and
sting their fangs into an unsuspecting
passer-by, who’ll then, in pure astonishment
proceed to change their outlook on
matters most mundane, excluding not
cat videos on YouTube.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
F. U. CK.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
If I did a thing or two today
I might be happy
But do I want to be happy?
Why not remain my old, miserable self?
What if I live for pain and agony
And stand to fight the bigotry of happy people?
Happiness is a self-proclaimed ultimate goal
But nobody knows what it is
Or where it comes from
Each of us seems to interpret happiness
In our own way
Too often looking at other people’s joys
And trying to incorporate them into our own lives
What if misery and struggle
Are my own kind of happiness?
I do not reject them;
I find comfort in reminiscing about the old days
All the times when I had it rough
It gives me strength to go on
And move forward with my life
It also gives me strength
Not to seek happiness all the time
Nor stress about not being happy enough
But instead to savour the moment of failure
And to truly accept my needs
Now I sound like a bigot myself.
In the end, we all are.
Trying to cope with life the way we see it fit
Intolerant towards alternate interpretations.
Fearing the unknown
I step into the void
And see lil’ bunnies
Jumping like a flower
THEY ARE SCARY
Tired. Happy. Funny.
Sunny. Tired. Happy.
Smiley. Happy. :)
Happy happy :)
Yes. Yes yes.
Ready. Happy 🙂
YAS! Fired up. :)
Come at me ;)
I am a seven-legged
Spider who just befriended
A seven-legged fly
Starts are difficult
With a promise of hope
Watch me begin
Not many words required to comprehend
Which ones will stay true till the end
I have my hopes on you, my poet friend!