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No regerts, yeah you read it right. No regerts has been my cretto for years. Live your life the way you want and never be ashamed of your tears.
Ignorance is bliss and says a lot about our society. When ignorance rules, the only thing worse is living in sobriety.
Wrong or right, apologies start to heal. No matter who is wrong or right when one says sorry, it starts a new deal.
Feelings that are felt, time that goes by,words that are said. No matter how hard you try, these thoughts always go through your head.
Hindsight is twenty-twenty. It will give you a perfect date. People are capable of some horrible , butt deep down they really are great.
Finding a new connection is difficult and tricky. No matter how you sift through rotten apples, it will make anyone y.
Just keep your head up and continue to live. Keep your circle small and tight and they will always be willing to give.
Ignorance is bliss a cliche we often hear
Do people really believe this to be true
Without full and complete understanding
It could turn into quite the issue
Ignorance equals arrogance is what I believe
And assuming is not to confirm
That's being to arrogant to investigate
Which to some is a real concern
If indeed it's not confirmed
Then relaxation can not be obtained
For a complete state of relaxation
Nothing should be left unexplained
To gain an explanation
And let relaxation be attained
Perform a proper investigation
So your ignorance can not be blamed
To be blissful one would have to be relaxed
One can't relax knowing something's untrue
That often heard common cliche
Ignorance is bliss says who?
Written 3 April 2016
Judged 7 April 2016
… where ignorance is bliss, / ‘Tis folly to be wise.
Informed about the choices—
the mainstay o’ adulthood—
we often smother voices;
in good stead they have stood.
Grapple with, analyse
a destination grim:
a web of intrigue; lies
which we quote verbatim.
Some opportunities
present itself to us
with practicalities.
We often wish to cuss,
but many chances missed
in pursuit of prize.
Where ignorance is bliss,
‘tis folly to be wise.
The quote is from the final stanza of Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College, by Thomas Gray (1716–71).
This is an example of gnomic poetry.
The distant hills are out of sight.
Any rational has taken flight.
Where the sun sets, I don't know.
I'm learning to go with the flow.
Some people think that it's ok.
Ignorance is bliss and that's their way.
But some things stay stuck in my mind.
I can't go on just seeing blind.
We close the curtains for privacy.
What we think, no one should see.
When evil lurks outside our door.
And we just can't take anymore.
I have to go and take a shower.
I'm going to church in about an hour.
I'll kneel and pray for past's and present's.
With all the rest of the paupers, kings and peasants.
Inside my mind is a paradox when I reminisce about you with my filter off.
I can speak about you but simultaneously be relating it to all the evils within myself..
The ones that I give into and live for..
The ones that escape my brain crawling out through wormholes.
That's when I forget why I even wanted to remember for, tell me what for?
I want to know why we disguise our emotions
Sweeping 'em under the welcome mat of the front door, kind of hypocritical, tell me what for?
That's what happens when the cadence of your heart meets the agony in my eyes..
Lost in our untimely consciousness..
That's what I'm always caught up in.
I don't have to confess, you can see it on my face.. Adrift in space..
Assaulting myself by replaying memories..
How can two things be so wrong, so undone yet wound up in one?
Reminisce reminisce, stop traveling back in your mind.
Instead cast the feelings out among the stars, let 'em shine..
They float so far, they stay out of sight. But creep back up in the dark of the night.
What's real shines through.. If ignorance is bliss then I guess I'll make a wish too.
My little nightlights.. They literally are a piece of mind.
Because when I'm zoned out I'm seeing my feelings that were lost in time..
Never ending lies.
As my soul, desiccated, alone it dies.
Ignorance is bliss, you were not the one I truly missed.
I had to move on, and the past has been erased, dismissed.
In the darkness things look different, deceased.
My rage has increased.
From these words I can't refrain.
Gone are the days, as I have to cope with this everlasting pain.
My tears go unnoticed under the rain.
Its humanly impossible to find true happiness.
Something always happens, problems, extinction, a challenge.
It's time for a change---
Finding the true, hidden meaning of balance.
I just want a second chance---
To become the woman, I was meant to be, at first glance.
Picturing your face from a distance.
Enjoying life at my highest prime.
For today, I realize, that I am running out of time.
I cannot sit, pretend not to see,
Is it considered love when speaking feelings honestly,
Isn't the honesty worth more when sharing your heart?,
When intention is in love watching it all falling apart,
Will you hate me, when all the while I love you?,
And if the honesty strikes a nerve, would you think I'm against you?,
Alone in the dark, tears fall to the ground,
The heart of the matter speaks loves bravery sound,
Knowing the hurt or hatred that may come their way,
While loves honest tears cannot shake the faith,
In the love received deep in their soul,
Lord, am I dishonest to myself and them if I let this go....
On.....stepping up my heart to face,
If ignorance is bliss, will our heart's grow in this place?,
If the pressure on my heart grew any stronger,
It would crush the love and be considered a liar,
It is not up to tossing a coin, or flipping a card,
This love speaks through the winds of adversity, this love loves hard,
If we see the storm coming, do we not prepare,
Will I put on my rain coat, and offer you nothing to wear?,
If we are family, and we allow selfishness to breed,
We will loose all sense of connection, the love to be,
So if we look like the enemy, excuse us for the moment,
If the Lord must cast my heart, the pain from loving you broken,
You cannot see the hurt, it is being mended and covered,
For the honesty in loving you to bring together.......
Guess the speaking delivered and served,
But can you guess the heart of love you heard?,
The greatest minds are mocked and heckled,
but are usually right.
The greatest knowledge, is usually found,
in the simplest places.
Dreams if not a catalyst, to initiate the revelation
of truth; often contain the truth.
Look within for the golden chalice; the legendary
“Grail”; you’ll find it wrapped in the “golden fleece”.
Wisdom is gleaned in flight across the veil;
no soul, seeking light, is abandoned to the dark.
Mind comes from mind, returns to mind, lives in mind.
The enlightened never use the word, can’t.
If “ignorance is bliss”,
skeptics must be the happiest creatures on Earth.
The gift of denial never pays to light one single candle.
Light is provided free, to the open mind;
the greatest minds are the wires, through which,
the human batteries are charged;
universal mind initiates the transfer.
The light in the darkness, the dreams that come true,
should never be doused by the waters of ignorance.
I know there are many exceptions that apply to this,
but the bottom line in this life of mine is Ignorance Is Bliss.
I'm not talking about negative ignorance such as that of a racist.
I'm talking about the ignorance that would allow me to pursue Happiness.
Surrounded by loved ones I never thought I could ever be any more happy,
but now all I see are loved ones who could possibly be taken away from me,
or I could be taken from them causing all of them misery.
Given all of the above, what's the point of me pursuing Happiness or Love
when death or similar loss will be the path I will eventually cross
and lose all that is dear to me.
I'm simply saying that I'm someone who could never ever truly be happy.
That's not to say that every day can't be joyful for me.
A beautiful landscape, natures wildlife or nature entirely.
Video-ography, Photography, My Love Of Poetry
I've these passions and others also to bring joy to me.
It's not so bad being alone so please do not pity me.
I do wish that one more time I could go back to that time when I was ignorantly bliss,
truly believing that truly one day I truly would attain true happiness,
I apologize if I depressed anyone who happened to be reading this.
Don't feel bad for me. I mean that sincerely. Don't waste time feeling depressed.
This was my first poem ever. I lost it a while ago but recently rediscovered it again. This was written when I was 15 and started my love of creating poems. I love looking back on it to see my improvements and thoughts since then!
A little dog chases his tail
Does he not know?
Is he unaware?
'Someday I will catch it'
It tells to itself
But that day is never
And too high on the shelf
Someday that little dog will die
With unfinished goals
But not a tear it will cry
Its life could be but a void
Empty and vast
But it is so happy
Unaware it won't last
So the little dog's happy
Chasing its tail
Smiles at its failure
And not giving a care
Then it stops running
It stops all its play
It gets ready to sleep
Knowing its tail will be chased the next day
I am smarter than the dog
That is for sure
But sometimes I wish I was like him
Just a little bit more