Happiness is out of tap.

May 27, 2012
By MynameisMesa GOLD, Eyota, Minnesota
MynameisMesa GOLD, Eyota, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
Write drunk;edit sober.


We light our cigarettes with the burning fire,
raging within who we think we are.
We survive on love and desire.
Is this really enough?
More substance and more plots,
incorporated in our minds,
purely to prolong our lives.
Feeling useless and dejected,
being the biggest fears.
Although happiness is there,
it seems to be out of tap.
No cheers tonight, it seems.
Writing, writing, writing;
The only thing to ease my mind.
Smoking, smoking, smoking;
because eating makes me fat.
Looking for that glimmer of hope,
and happiness is just that.
Looking for the next best thing,
To suppress what I’m feeling.
Until then, I continue rambling on,
With words with no meaning.


The author's comments:
I have had an idea for a poem in my head for awhile and I finally decided to just write it all down. It doesn't really make sense, I suppose, but it represents something I can't even express. I am not depressed, although it seems in my poem. Writing about raw saddness makes me feel more complex.

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