I once had an office job sitting next to Miss Sunshine day in and day out. She and her 7th Day Adventist Jesus were always so positive and jolly about everything, it was hard not to smack her.
One day with syrupy sweet intonation she asked why I was so cynical and wasn't I an unhappy person.
I said, "Only a sociopath could be happy about the truth of things, but I'm just a realistic observer not hiding behind cheerful nonsense; there's no correlation to happy or unhappy. Look at you for instance. You are smiling and upbeat all the time. And I don't believe I've ever met an unhappier person."
She was stunned, momentarily silent, mouth hanging open. Then she burst into terrible wracking sobs of anguish.
May is mild and colorful,
dilly landscapes invite
for a stroll amid trees;
greet the sonorous robins
and the gentle butterflies.
There's no quitter place
than a forest towards dusk
as flashes of light die out
and young leaves lose sheer,
all flowers seem unhappy.
I'm unhappier than they are
leaving all these wonders
that captivate and thrill;
I look around curiously
and find little surprises.
Magnetic Hold
It was so...
Words can't express
Feeling your warmth, your embrace...it's been so long
Neither worse for the wear, both with our battle scars
You are just as unhappy as the day we first met
And I am just as lost
It felt good to get out of this cold and snow
To come play in the sun and the sand
Especially with you
Bodies entwined on the wet, hot sand
Human touch, out of want and need
Always the same as ever, so comfortable
How many times have we came to be one?
How many years has this gone on?
You tell me you can't seem to get out
What a hole you have dug yourself into
Like a constant magnetic hold, we are
Only getting so far apart, for so long
You tell me how unhappy you are
How you should have never let things get so far
The further they go, the unhappier you grow
The life you have built is draining your soul
You long for the days we used to have
The older we get, the more you regret
But for today
We enjoy familiar touch
Wet, warm lips, you kissed so much
Enjoy the day, cherish our time
Already counting the days
Till we meet next time
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