Happiness.
Anger.
Emptiness.
Love.
Only two am I familiar with,
knowing them like the back of my hand.
The others, not so much.
Anger.
Hot, red, raging, a volcano.
The slightest word can tip me over the edge.
A warning sign should be hung around my neck.
Warning: Will yell at you. Avoid at all costs.
Empty.
Broken shards of glass.
Drowning in a river of darkness.
Cold hands gripping my heart.
Tears streaming down my face.
(God I'm such a crybaby)
Love.
What is this?
Love.
A feeling that makes you happy?
I wouldn't know.
Or maybe I do.
I'm not sure.
Love is a mystery to me.
One I am afraid to find the answer to.
Happiness.
Joy, bliss, contentment.
They all mean the same.
Smiling, laughter.
Is that what you feel?
I wouldn't know.
Or maybe I do.
Smiling when I'm near my friends,
That's happiness, right?
Or is it something else?
A fake mask I put on, just another show?
Who knows.
Happiness.
Anger.
Emptiness.
Love.
All of these I am familiar with,
But of varying degrees.
Two I know like the back of my hand.
The others?
No, it is like taking the first step into cold water.
Will I get used to it? Will I like it?
Or will I back out and never touch it again?
Only time can tell.
Only I can find out.
So, I will test these waters.
Maybe I'll like what I find.
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Authors Note: Welcome to part two of I'm-having-an-emotional-breakdown-so-I'll-write-poetry. That's what I'm doing. I have no idea how many times I'm going to upload poetry tonight. Be warned, you'll probably get spammed with notifications I uploaded a new poem. Yay. Or you might not. Who knows? I certainly don't.
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Book of Poems
ŞiirThis is just going to be a collection of poems I've written. Don't really know if they're any good.....but I try. And I'm open to constructive criticism. Thanks for reading my poetry (if you chose to read this) -Arturia_Pendragon190 p.s most of them...