Hello my lovelies! It is very dark and very rainy where I am today, but that’s all right – I’m not going to let some rain bring my mood down. I did not get that job that I had that interview for, which was a bit of a bummer because I really wanted it, but no matter – life moves on and so will I. So besides it being Poetry Thursday, I am spending the next few days getting my resumes ready, and mapping out where I want to go to drop off my resumes. Busy, busy! And besides that, I have a very large book that needs to be read…Ryan gave me the book Under the Dome by Stephen King which is rather large (a bit over 1000 pages), and I have only made a bit of a dent in it. It’s a Stephen King book, you never know if it’ll come to life and kill you in your sleep or anything like that. So even extra busy fighting the evil powers of a rather large book! luckily I had already written a post for Saturday, so hurray!
Just as a note for Saturday’s post – it’s very much an opinion piece, and I will probably say a few things that people don’t agree with it (that’s life right?), and I say clearly multiple times that it’s only my opinion. I just wanted to give a warning, and a bit of a note that I’m not trying to start an argument, or a heated debate, and anything I find particularly offensive on my comments will probably be removed – so I’d really appreciate it if people would be civil :). Not that I think anyone in particular won’t be civil, because everyone who comments on my blog is full of awesome-sauce. Can you tell how super paranoid I am about offending people and people getting mad at me? Sometimes I sing ♫Why can’t we be friends♫ and rock back-and-forth on the floor…
Nah, I don’t do that, that would be just about the saddest and creepiest thing I could do.
I apologize for my random bursts of rambly hyperness – I haven’t even had my coffee yet. I guess I’m like my cat Cleo – when it starts raining I start acting a little off.
Anywho, I have two poems this week, so hopefully you enjoy them, let me know what you think!
I did not notice my despair,
or my unending internal regret.
But slowly I began to become aware
of the face I could not forget.
The smile that could melt my soul –
those eyes of a sea-like hue.
And I have yet to feel as whole
as when I spent my time with you.
Perhaps with time the wounds will heal,
and all I’ve done will be redeemed;
but maybe regret is how I’ll always feel –
and I will be left within this dream.
Happiness is Only Small Perfect Moments
The bustle of the coffee place,
and the gentle hum of people near;
full of people – patrons and cashiers –
my worries will slowly be erased.
I sip from my mug, my favourite brew
and listen as I close my eyes;
the atmosphere melts my disguise –
all I am, you can see right through.
I drink a roast that is dark,
but who I am is not the same.
I am content, I have no shame –
and I ignore the harsh remarks.
I am attune with my darker side,
but it does not mean I cannot smile.
You pity and worry, all the while
I am happy – more than I implied.
A simple moment that comes and goes
of pure joy – a moment just to me –
fills me with warmth you cannot see;
I feel better than you suppose.
You say you see “my pain”, that you care –
but watch me smile when I’m alone
you’ll see I’m happier than I’ve shown,
and I can work through my own despair.
When I sip this coffee – my only drink –
sitting alone in my favourite spot,
and all my worries are long forgot –
you’ll see I’m happier than you think.