When I was five, I only wanted three things
to be an artist
to have friends
and to be happy.
All I ever wanted was to draw
beautiful pictures
that everyone would see
and to have people who loved me
see what I had accomplished and be proud of me.
I thought that that would make me happy.
I am no longer five, but I have gotten two out of three
because I am an artist
and I do have friends.
But I don't think I could have imagined
that the only pictures I would draw
were those etched in my skin
that repulse the ones who love me and
are nothing to be proud of and I guess that
maybe that's why I'm not happy.
I always thought that I could live
with two out of three, but I am beginning
to see that I can't.
To live without happiness
To live without happiness is unreal I think. Maybe you can have your portraits on your skin lasered off and removed. A good poem in full explanation of your emotions regarding the portraits. Well written and a good read.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
pursuit of happiness. i feel
pursuit of happiness. i feel like everyone now in days is on it. i am too. we can all biologically live without happiness, but that emptiness we feel inside never goes away. it's heavy and we can feel its weight every step of the way.
and maybe exchanging the skin for paper, maybe that would help. there's nothing like a piece of paper flooded with emotions.
Dwell On Happiness
Love excludes those who hate
happiness is wondrous delusion
fame takes flight eventually
friends fade, new friends fade too.
.
Always is a hope that never stays
lasting peace becomes overwhelming
war. The soul weeps and lets the mind
comfort and cheer. We make joy
like an excellent wine. It takes time
and spring water.
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~allets~
10-08-13
11:51
Enjoyed the poem ~Lady A~
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