Euphoria
Her definition was once "a state of intense happiness"
Now,
Her definition is "crying until God decides to numb your pain"

But are you truly happy, when you
only feel that way with the help of alcohol and ****? leading you to live your life in a false state of euphoria. But that's just fine, because it's the only way you know how to survive - it's how you've been getting by for the past six months at least. It doesn't look like you'll be changing your ways any time soon, but why would you? You've got nothing left to lose. So why not stay happy; or at least that's what you think it'll do.

I’m what they call a,
“Functional.”
I still shave
And later scratch the burn atop
My, “apple.”

I’m what they call a,
“Functional.”
I wake up. I go to work.
I hate copy-machine jams.
And I hate my boss.

I’m what they call a,
“Functional.”
In China, poets often drink.
I drink,
Therefore I’m in China.

I’m what they call a,
“Functional.”
Which doesn’t excuse,
It creates my, “excuse,”
At the least, to wander.

And I’m what they call a,
“Functional.”
If I weren’t, I’d never sleep;
I’d never live, never dream,
And’d never know you.

Greek goddess for me.
Rich money; need more.
Empty stomach? Not me.
Euphoria isn't enough.
Dancing girls; more than I can count.

My body is a curse,
A boundry I cannot cross,
for tommorow it will be a bless,
my body is a cage,
my mind the captived one,
my body is like a prison,
for my very own soul

You were at the park, sitting all alone
I slowly walk towards you, like coming back home

You look so devastated, so i red you between the lines
I saw something bright into your eyes that makes me gaze from time to time

An interesting story, written by a majestic multi-awarded author
I want to be with you in a journey, that's all I ever hoped for

To knit some memories with you, to treasure every moments
Replace the aura of this place with pure euphoria elements

I want to be your jester, to tell jokes whenever you want to laugh
To do something distinct, like seeking the 'Great Perhaps'

But then you keep on telling me about this ghost in your past that haunts you
I listened like a child craving for bed time stories, that's what you want to

All of my thoughts suddenly dispersed and tossed like waste,
This will all end soon like my oblivious phase.

Hungered for a taste
  of your elixir's essence,
drunken inhalations
   of your poetry
a splendiferous whirl
 of time & space 'tween
darkly scented moons
    and sun's adoration,
blithe starry nights
amidst meditative new
dawn's effervesce,
 spirited of the heart,
gleaned in the soul,
yearnings of another
  chapter's paradise
universal experiences
etched of hourglass sand,
 written upon endlessly
    chimerical verses
wildflower gardens drenched
    of dandelion's plum wine
swooning under a
hypnotic scripted spell,
intoxicating power
of unchained symphonies
dancing amongst skies'
released euphoria
 resonating in a song's
   reprised melodies,
breathlessness of delirium's
  celestial pauses
  in vaporous breezes'
  unfurling undulation,
captivated by rhythmic
  destiny reverberating in
     *****' pleasurable calling
  quenched of sacred
     offering's quell
transcending earthly
   persuasions' rhyme,
let me lick the nectar from
   your  poesy's  insatiable  lips,
sweet mercy's healing
   captured in rapturous
   surrender's reawakening ~

Je veux que vous tous,

tu me manques*



Ce que vous manquez de moi?