Happiness




Wide, blue eyes slightly salted,
Stepped off the platform's edge
Into the swirling blue winds.

The sturdy brick wall
Built carefully around but
Left with gaping holes.

Too many bullets
Coming through
Piercing happiness.

Only found
Slightly isolated
But why?

Will
Never
Know.







Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2010-11-01 at 19:00

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Nick Matherne
I am in Love with this poem Morgan.
(PS you need to explain to me how to do all this formatting nonsense some day)

I really like the way it focuses down
It gets mor poignant with every decrease in word count

It has this amazingly powerful message
I feel so much for where this is coming from
If it means to you what it means to me then I can honestly say that things change often and the holes close up and then bullets stop--maybe I am off base, but your poem is

Beyond amazing and
Even calls for
A round of
Unending applause
To thank you for
Intentionally exposing your
Feelings and
Understanding that
Los amigos siempre esta`n aqui para ti`

I ended up in spanish somehow... not sure how that happened... I really like this
2010-11-02