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A moment or seven

When the world is cold and grey, I try to think another way

I think of rainbows, I think of hearts

I think of bunny rabbits and parks

I think of sunshine, whilst it rains

I think that life is just a game

I don’t dwell on gloom and glum

For bad thoughts are not my chums

I train myself almost everyday

To learn to think this other way

Though it is hard, but it can be done

I should know, for I once lacked sun

I dwelt in darkness and pity and shame

That’s something I won’t do again

But let it be known that my poems can be dark

But that’s just because I know the flowerless park

I have been there, but it doesn’t mean I dwell within it

I am here to teach you, how to spin it

Right around, so you can know

How to bring sunshine to melt the snow

So, when you are feeling down in the dumps

Don’t lean back upon your stump and think of woe is me, for I am woed

Just think of teddy bears dressed in gold

Think of strong arms lifting you up and think of things to cheer you up

Don’t sit and think about the pain or else you will get soaked in rain

Run around with your spirit free; think of all the happiness and glee

It’s your mind you’ve got to train!

Even if you don’t remember it, just sit back and then invent it

What will make you happy today?  Now don’t get sarcastic make it pure and true

What would you have if you could make anew?

What sings to your soul and makes you vibrant?

Then go to that place in your head, be a migrant!

Because you won’t get better if you intend to dwell on all the things that makes life hell!

Only you can find your heaven

Just think about it for a moment or seven

Think about it until it’s true

Don’t let depression rule over you!

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Catalyst to my pain

There is a catalyst to my pain

A thing that makes me closer to insane

A habit that you have within you

Is gnawing away at my soul

I don’t want it to continue

Though you say you don’t know what you do

I know that you do… its true

I can’t explain how it makes me feel

I just know, what you do makes me ill

You say or do the simplest things, which in turn

Makes my suffering sing

I don’t enjoy this world of pain

I don’t want you to repeat this again and again

But you don’t know what you do

So I can’t really blame you

Though I do

You are ignorant, that much is true

You are the catalyst of my pain

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