And I said to myself “people love trouble”
As I sat there searching for a reason to be unhappy
I stared into my tea like I was staring into me
Wondering what was missing and if I’ll ever be happy
Perfect lovers want a more perfect perfection
And perfect lives are ruined by want
Whoever thought searching for fulfillment
Could be so unfulfilling?
And that striving for perfection is as useless
As killing?
Stop climbing higher there is no top
And at the bottom lies the endless hole of want.
Stop feeding desire it consumes just like a fire
And throws you to the endless hole of want.
What is so wrong with being content?
I stared into my tea like I was staring into me
Wishing it was starbucks with whipped cream
I wanted swirls of caramel
Suddenly the tea tasted sour
I had wasted another hour
Thinking of all the things that I am not
“People love trouble” I said to myself
I took the trouble to find reasons to be unhappy.
Searching for reasons to be happy is too easy
















Comments
Case in point is
for every poem I find that brings the hint
of a smile to my face,
I've got to scroll a mile
of emo-poetry.
Your poem is
in the first category.
Very funny.
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
on a side note i couldnt help but be reminded of what the rabbi said in lucky number slevin
"people are never happy with what the have. They always want what they had, what other people have."
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well written
i can hear it like a song, it sounds great!
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So I'll fall in love with music and make love to art, though they've no arms to hold me they know my heart <3
XD
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Procrastination Makes Perfect
Story of my life
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