weighing my poetry
12/08/2004 03:25 a.m.
Every time I try to pen something happy and cheerful,
it just doesn't make any sense.
I can't get it to come together.
I would love to write beautiful poetry on Love and Happiness.
Peace. Gentleness. Smiles, Hugs, Kisses.
Instead, I tend to dwell on the Death of these.
The Bitterness of life.
The Mistakes.
The Sadness. Gloom, Doom, Ruin.
(yuck~ and I wonder why I am depressed all the time)

Perhaps, it is my lot in life.
Someone has to write those things, right?
I really don't mind.

I wonder why, even when I try; I just can't seem
to bring the good into something that it is not.
Don't know why I bother.

I still try though.
Maybe one day.

Until then,
I shall stick to what I know...

I am currently Bemused
I am listening to my tv in the background.