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Things I Do in Attempt of Hapiness
I Do this thing,
where I stare as something I created,
I read it over and over,
I listen again and again
until all its suctioning ability is gone;
until it is nothing and means nothing
and I feel like an unworthy, embarrassed piece of crap
I Do this thing,
where I try so hard to act unashamed that I am different,
unashamed i'm intolerable towards floppy feelings,
that I become like a lost satellite in space
drifting into the time continuum with no idea how I got here or why I am always so lost
I do this thing,
where I write poetry to make myself feel better
to make myself feel intelligent
or true to myself, even though I can't even tell a being from simply being.
My psychology teacher tried to do this thing,
where he decodes my doodles
and while he saw disclaiming insight all I saw were women and ocean waves
he saw clarity
I see no clarity
where Is my clarity,
I don't know anymore
where I stare as something I created,
I read it over and over,
I listen again and again
until all its suctioning ability is gone;
until it is nothing and means nothing
and I feel like an unworthy, embarrassed piece of crap
I Do this thing,
where I try so hard to act unashamed that I am different,
unashamed i'm intolerable towards floppy feelings,
that I become like a lost satellite in space
drifting into the time continuum with no idea how I got here or why I am always so lost
I do this thing,
where I write poetry to make myself feel better
to make myself feel intelligent
or true to myself, even though I can't even tell a being from simply being.
My psychology teacher tried to do this thing,
where he decodes my doodles
and while he saw disclaiming insight all I saw were women and ocean waves
he saw clarity
I see no clarity
where Is my clarity,
I don't know anymore
Published 21st Nov 2016
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23rd Nov 2016 5:32pm
Truly sounds like you are describing a whirlwind of the mind and the deepest parts of you. I guess we'll always remember the person whose done a small but significant thing in your life , your psychology teacher, a subtlety of life .great write :)
12th Dec 2016 3:00am
thank you. I didn't think anyone read this. it was nice to know someone appreciated it, even if it was just in a small sense(:
