0 hidden happiness

i really need to find something happy to write about. these past several poems have been quite depressing really. i need to find my happy place. although, i'm not so sure i have a happy place. i have a place of escape, but it is one of my own making and often leaves me more drained than before. i have a method of release that allows for the calm to flow from me, but seeing as how that is done by writing out the demons finding something happy to write about is not so easy. i think i'm going to have to try a little harder.

or maybe i need to figure out a way to bring my escape into life through writing. but even they hold a bit of sadness in them, as can be seen through my prose.

i'll have to think more on this dilemma.

0 Hands

I lay there wide awake
my eyes drift to my hands
as my thought travel back

his hand drifts
covering the space between
resting ever so lightly
with just a kiss on her arm
the need to feel
the connection over took him
or maybe it's just me

side by side they walk
his hand reaches out
brushing hers like a question
she answers with her hand in his
the need to feel
the comfort over took him
or maybe it's just me

the connection of the young couple
the comfort of the old couple
is written in their touch

I lay awake
staring at my own hands
empty
and I wonder if I saw
what I wanted to see
or what was real
did I impose my own
longing
on them
or was it truely there

I lay still and silent
gazing at my hands
knowing what I want
fearing what I will never have
the connection
the comfort
of someone else's hand
in mine.

0 an experiment...with two old poems

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How do I

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Cinderella's Transformation

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0 looking vs. being

i couldn't help but think about it again last night.  and i think i gained a bit of perspective.  saying "you look beautiful" is about the moment or the current state of things.  it's not so much about you as about the appearance at a given time.  as for "you are beautiful," that goes beyond time.  it doesn't matter the time, the place, the outfit, the make-up...no matter where or when it is you.  it is a state of being.  the way someone sees you not in the moment, but in every moment. 

i don't know if i explained that well and i'm sure this won't be the last time i think about it.