They say
That joy is not tangible
That it is something you feel
Not get.
But I have tangible joy
Though it does not
Bring me any
Despite
What it is.
I gulp it down
Everyday
In hope that it will
But it does not
Despite
What I think.
I do not tell others
That I have it
For what will they think
Of somebody who needs
To be given
Their own joy?
Though it does not
Bring me any
Despite
What I hope.
So
Despite
What it is
Despite
What I think
Despite
What I hope
Joy is not tangible.
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Poems
PoetryI'm not the best at writing poems, but here's a compilation of the ones I write in my notebook. They're kind of confusing at first, but you'll figure it out. Yes some of them are emo, but some are happy too. Updates every Friday
