<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Happy Nothing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it the liquid jealousy coursing through me? <br>Is it the rage? <br>Is it the thoughts of heinous crime beget upon the humbled mass...<br>of my soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What makes me cry so thoroughly. So tenderly? <br>wanting more.<br>Never satisfied and always loving the portable thoughts<br>of my loneliness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there poetry left in me? Or is it the mechanical burn? <br>Is there emptiness left? <br>Does my heart hold back the rage of self and incrimination? <br>Happenstance undeniable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is gone, the glue that holds me together.<br>It has passed beyond, to the sorrow of my shadow and my soul<br>where nothing cares and nothing wears at me.<br>My happy nothing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I am always left without, wanting recognition.<br>Wanting growth.<br>I want a substance clinging to me that does not recoil at the sorrow<br>that is me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When poems fade to myth and pixies to bright dust in the forest wind<br>there I am wondering gray and gold.<br>beyond the sunset wall I wonder and I ponder the peace<br>of my last breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Poet+Dragon">Poet Dragon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478997" data-title="My Happy Nothing de Poet Dragon" data-description="Is it the liquid jealousy coursing through me? Is it the rage? Is it the thoughts of heinous crime beget upon the humbled mass... of my soul. What makes me cry so thoroughly. So tenderly? wanting more. Never satisfied and always loving the por..."></div> </div> </div>

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