I feel content for I thought it to be satisfaction in a poem sent yet the polars are polars despite a fine line in between growing bolder listen for I define my own definition satisfaction is the acceptance fulfilled of having a cup half filled yet content is the embrace of the enough it's so humble to be touched appreciating the made for the reflection might be a blade for the youth for the drain for the truth the empty half & the half full state hoping for a better taste from the cup before lips to stumble none or nor
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I'm well aware that nothing makes sense, including this poem :>
content is not something we give consent you hold your pen yet the ink spills as it pleads you are a walker of blood yet it sheds out when cut & bent you have a brain yet the tongue blurts out the feels
content is not something we color just an acceptance of the past just a canvas you get to paint with limit bother good for a day then a memory till it lasts
the kiss of a palm forehead & cheek drafts in my head just to render a sleep some greed never fed or a satisfaction to meet yellow till it goes mustard & a shade deep
the saving of a night that would save the day it's like it's gold but your swallowing the sand? the desperation for a treasure at some bay how would I even find content when out of the hand?
Consuming useless videos and content Alone in my room To distract from the racing and hurtful Thoughts about you And it always works for a moment Or a minute or more Until the intrusive thoughts come back, Barging down my door I put it back up, re-***** the hinges And shut it And lay back down to consume more Mindless content
The world felt so small until I looked into your eyes. It felt like you just walked in one frosty morn Into the vision of my vacant mind. Filling it with calming hims. Letting me know that you didn't have to be with me, But instead wanted to be with me. Feeling your touch wanes away the frost That has kept me isolated for so long, Meeting you felt like the first sunny day after the longest winter. I know that more storms will come Seasons will change back to winter. But for now at this point. I can look into your eyes that pair well with your smile. Knowing that I won't have to worry, About the Burdens of Tomorrow
I woke up in the back of a car filled with twilight a forgotten song played pleasantly on the radio and the mild moment under the quiet trees stirred in me the knowledge of the enticing present I lay there whole and happy awaiting my family's return
I am going to leave a note for my future self. I have to let you know that I am content; I can look at his messages again. I look at them with a smile because now I know what I've learned.
Its funny to see that today I feel this way, knowing that years back I couldn't even hear the sound of his name. I'm glad for the lesson he left me and I am grateful for the happy memories we shared. I can finally say we can part our ways.
Now I've found my way. The path I should follow. I learned that love comes from deep within myself and not from someone hollow.
Understanding that what you are is what you attract is something important to share and If you're not happy with yourself, then that is a shame. Be happy with who you are and what you are today. Then you will see how everything falls into place.