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To Be Happy (Free verse) by embersandenvelopes You uncovered my notes that connected the years
with barely thought out phrases and polar-fickle-phases.
I held myself in with my eyes while
your fingers tore, telling me that
I'm too destructive to ever be happy.
I heard that Truth is Beauty and Beauty is Truth.
The set of your mouth is ugly but now
I'm beautiful to you.
My memories, reduced, don't reside at your distaste.
I'm too destructive to be happy but
I'm too impatient to wait.
Up the ladder:
Drowsy
Down the ladder:
How to Bleed
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Posted: April 24, 2004 10:27 PM PDT; Last modified: April 24, 2004 10:27 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0476813 Overall Rank: 6896 Comments:
I got that Don't worry, be happy song stuck in my head after reading this...
and all because I used "be happy". Tsk tsk
I liked polar-fickle-phases, and liked trying to figure out what it means.
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"memories" is referring to the notes from the first line. I have this box of old letters, notes, pictures, etc- it's called my Memory Box. The other person in the poem tore these notes up, reducing them to shreds, which is where the "reduced" part comes in. "Distaste" refers to his displeasure.
Basically I'm saying that even though he physically tore the notes up, which were representations of my memories, he couldn't destroy the memories themselves and he wasn't entitled to keep control of them simply because he took out his emotions on them.