“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label bad times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad times. Show all posts
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Positively pessimistic
Is it easier to accept all good things
must reach their end
than the bad times
that meet this same demise
because we repel
what its worth,
reject positives,
deflect compliments,
to maintain our polarity
or sense of balance
diametrically positioned
in the middle of the mundane
generally relative
to the negative subjective
circles we spin,
where we begin
pessimism is always possible.
Photo By OSU Special Collections & Archives : 1949 (first day of school),[No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.
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