On days when I’m mad,
I see sad eyes.
People—
tired of their lives.
A refuge,
that’s what they seek.
But nothing that the world can give.
On nights when I’m pleased,
I hear joyous laughter.
Friends—
turn into lovers.
More time,
that’s what they need.
But nothing that the world can give.
Discover Challenge’s Radical Authenticity.
P.S. Authenticity in the eyes of a woman who was mad for a day since she woke up; it didn’t help that the world went against her during that time. I wrote the first four lines when I was commuting to work and the rest when I was going back home, different days, different emotion.
Bittersweet Sensations 
Reblogged this on Let it come from the heart and commented:
The P.S. at the bottom makes this poem that much more interesting, imagining the two moods of the author on the different days that the two parts were written.
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Thanks Laura! It’s one of the things I love about my phone, the convenience of typing down whatever comes into mind that instant and go back to it later. And when I do, I get fascinated with the things I wrote. Makes me remember and feel stuff. Lol 😉
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I selected your post off of the Discovery weekly challenge and I am glad I did. This says a lot I feel. Thanks for sharing! I am now following. 🙂
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Thanks Annette! Sometimes we really feel that nothing or everything is working for us haha!
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Wow
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