Giving life to Ambivalence.

Anger is their name their fists are enlarged always clutched and ready to target their nemesis happy. Happy is the one with the wide eyes and the dopey look always laughing as if they’ve bathedin a bath of happy oils. Anger with it’s red face and it’s enlarged blood vessels shakes it’s fists “If youContinue reading “Giving life to Ambivalence.”

My happy, I’ll keep that for me.

I don’t often share my happyit belongs to meit’s what I absorb and not let run freeI take it inI keep it for myself. My pain My hateMy anger I want it outdisburse it back to the crowdset it free from myself regulate it regurgitate and feed it to anyone willing to take a pieceContinue reading “My happy, I’ll keep that for me.”