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I’m happy, unlike you.
You may think I’m too perky,
and too loud,
but that’s because you’re just too busy
wallowing in your own self-pity.
I look on the bright side,
and so I have a reason to smile.
But you?
You think you’re oh-so cool,
because you complain quietly,
and refuse to look at life
as something other than a form of torture.
You seem to consider happiness as stupidity,
and anyone happy,
annoying.
But you know?
All those happy people?
Even me?
We get sick of the constant depression.
Bored with your apathetic view on existence.
In fact, it’s rather annoying.

Of Age

The light breeze brushing the skin,
Eyes staring out the window at nothing,
The hum of the city that is a hum no more,
The ears escaped to seek sounds of shores,
There is no noise in the thoughts that came,
A remark on the irony of time is made,
The pictures are old, faces in them are young,
A wonder as to whom those faces now belong,
As the piano plays the eyes see a montage,
Tears find their way across a cheek,
Echoes heard from memories gone,
Wishes are made to return to the past.
Today will be a memory again,
May be full of hope, or of regret,
Arms searching to hold them,
Hands wanting to make the future,
The mind a fallen leader with wisdom.
Happiness is sought, had less often,
Some understood it was not to be found,
But accepted.

Gravity

Like many others there was a child,
From a well of infinite dreams with others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He was a champion of his world,
He saw the skies as his playground,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he was taught of the world,
Of what he could do, what man could not,
He learnt of gravity, how it made things fall,
The weight of the knowledge bore him down,
Plucking him from the skies, rooting him to the ground.
With a few broken hearts, failures to be someone,
Stranded in his reality, he looked to the clouds,
Questioning his learning, he began to unlearn,
Becoming from man to child again,
Gaining new perspective on his notions,
Gravity he saw, was not to hold him down,
But to hold the universe together,
Something he could overcome.
Reaching the skies he built his house,
Teasing the heavens, yet rising from the ground,
A monument to remembering who he is,
To never again be someone else.

Unlearning

Of many a child he was one,
From a well of infinite dreams
With others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He would be a champion,
The champion of his world.
The child aimed to conquer the skies,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he received knowledge,
Of what he could do, what man could not.
He learnt of gravity,
How it made things fall down,
Wondered if the sky would fall?
But the skies held their own,
He stayed rooted to the ground.
With a few broken hearts,
Failures to be someone,
Pondering on what he did wrong,
He stared at the skies,

Like a many there was this child,
Like the others the child had dreams,
In the wake of imagination and toys,
The child dreamt of conquering the skies,
The nascent mind held no limitations.
Thereof he learnt of gravity,
He learned it made things fall down.
Fell with it his vision of being unbound,
The first of the ”no you can’t” to come.
The child grew up be taught,
What he could do, what man could not.
With a few broken hearts,
And failed attempts to be someone,
Made him realize he was already himself,
The child was lost be found again,
He realized what gravity really is,
It was what held the universe together,
That it could be overcome,
He built the tallest building in defiance of it,
He built the building because,
Thought it touched the sky in tease,
It remembered where it came from.

Catching the fire,
I glimsed in the corner
Of my heart,
Where doth this fear come
Where doth it goes
The years of dust has not
Covered it, embushed it
Where doth the soul comes
Where doth it goes

Something I wrote about a year ago:

The glass vase
catches the sun,
holds forgotten roses,
from last year’s spring.

If these roses had ears,
at that instance,
they would’ve heard,
gunshots and
screams,
echoing through
the hallway.