I want to smile
A real smile
Not the fake ones
I put on every day
I want to smile
But I can't
I can't be happy
When there is nothing
To be happy about
A smile seems to hard to do
When all you can think about is
Unhappiness

My spirit animal is a sloth.
I do the bare minimum to survive.
Does it bother me?....Not!

Its actually quite fun
To watch others work, and work
Someone tell me what is it worth!

I mean, when you die
Everything you sacrificed for
Doesn't it stay behind?

Besides, people do stuff for me.
A thank you and a smile later
They definitely let me be.

This happens over and over again
So I've settled into it
My folks still complain a bit.

But come on now...
When does an apple fall far from a tree?
Certainly didn't happen to me!

My spirit animal is definitely a sloth
Does it bother you?
I hope not.

.
If you happen to find a poet
hiding shyly beneath a stone.
Gently put him in your pocket
and carry him safely home.

Show him love and kindness,
take time to get to know him.
And if you smile so sweetly
he will gladly pen you a poem.

For if you hold his real value,
and recognise his true worth.
He'll look deep into your soul,
to give you the sun, moon and earth.

© Pagan Paul (05/04/17)

When has love thrived under convention, convenience, or even wisdom?

You shouldn’t be there
At the back of my mind
You shouldn’t be
My morning and waking hour thoughts
You shouldn’t be
my 11:11 mantra
You shouldn’t be
my wish upon a shooting star
You shouldn’t be there
It’s very unconventional
You should be here, right here
Right beside me, here in my arms

no one chooses their pain
even though its often the consequences
of choices made.