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kevin kilby  Nov 2015
happyness
kevin kilby Nov 2015
happyness is the sun on your face or a love ones embrass it's sweet and kind and always has others in mind happyness is finding the oyster with the pearl happyness is finding that right boy or girl happiness is the corner stone witch life is built it gives no pain it gives no guilt so try to find it when ever you can and make it your friend till the end
Michael T Chase Mar 2021
Buzz of electricity.
Snow refrozen in the night air.
Laundry veins cooing.
Trees standing without wind.
Clear sky calling to other life.
A chair of safety and the silver spoon.
What would life be like as a Native or a Black, an Hispanic or Asian?
How much more alone would I feel?
How much more understanding would I need to be?
How much would history paint me?
Would prisons call out for me?
Would ghettos know my name?
Would people condescend?
I thought that I found it.
The beauty I was searching for.
I thought that I found it.
The freedom I was fighting for.
I thought that I found it
The happyness I could only write about
I thought that I found it
And that it would stay forever without a doubt
I thought that I found it
But the truth wasn't even a little close
I thought that I found it
But it just happened to be a black rose
Death
Blood
Pain
Love
Happyness
Death
Blood
Pain
Love
Happyness
Death
Blood
Pain
Love
Happyness
This is the order
This is a new beginning
DEATH
BLOOD
PAIN
LOVE
HAPPYNESS
these are the words
A new beginning
DEATH
BLOOD
PAIN
LOVE
HAPPYNESS
DEATH
DEATH
DEATH

GOODBYE


SAVE ME



SOMEBODY
dennis gunsteen Sep 2010
ginger snap an
rainbow dot.an
apple pie an mistoe
on this christmas eve.
share the joy of happyness.
on this christmas eve
have a glass of egg nog
egg nog
egg nog
on this christmas eve.
an walnut bread.
an yammy
an yammy
yams.
an coco nut
cream pie
on this christmas eve.
joy joy
feel the love feel the joy .
on this christmas eve.
joy to the world too
all the little boys an girls
santa is comeing with toys
of joy an happyness.
on this christmas eve
merry christmas every one .
share love joy an happyness.
Tyrel Kriger Jun 2016
We are walkers of rocks
Wanderers of plains
Seers of sights unseen
Beers of places un been
Every moment new
Every place new
as each moment passes
We are juicers
Apply a squeeze and twist
And drink the bounty
Pulp and all
Never in the same place twice
As our sun burns through space
As our Galaxy spirals
through the universe
Its always different
As each moment passes
dennis gunsteen Oct 2010
the songs of christmas
are  here my love.
tell all the little one's.
feel the joy of happyness
on this wonderful day.
the songs of christmas
are in my heart on
this special day.
fiel  all the stocking
with tenderness.
on this christmas day.
an hear the angels sing.
on this special day.
the songs of christmas
are here my love.
tell  all the little one's.
feel the joy of happyness.
on this wonderful day.
hear the angel sing ,
my love .
on this christmas day.
the songs of christmas
are here my love.
feel   the joy an happyness
on this christmas day.
my love.
hear all the angel sing .
on this special day.
the songs of christmas
are here my love.
tell l all the little one's
2 or 3 time repeat verse
a song
Verbal dweeb  Jun 2014
emotional
Verbal dweeb Jun 2014
I got attacked by emotions unexpectedly
It was a sudden turn of life. It was as if ma
life got cursed
I met love which seemed abit shy but it
came in an introduced me to its friend
Happyness
Happyness showed me the true meaning
of love, and surely I did stupid things for
love
Amazingly I saw the true colours of
love.....they were too horrific and painful
towards my heart and soul
Smalls strings of bones in ma heart were
broken and that's when I met
sadness...sadness introduced me to his
guys called Anger and ignorance which led
me to their boss called bitterness. Through
bitterness I was mad as **** then I lost
everything...I faced depression which
made ma mind think terrible things about
me. Suicidal thoughts came along me but
then I thought to myself. After dying what
was I going to be worth to the people
who loved me. I had to complete my legacy
in life. Through the road the goddess came
along within me, his name was hate..I
hated everything I loved with a lot of
jealousy though. And yes...I met jealousy
through all these emotions. Jealousy would
make you like seeing another person
suffer. Everyone thought I was just a
happy kid in need of nothing in his life. But
I was as lonely as a scientist living in a lab
on his own.
U seeing me smile is just another fake
disguise of the shame of feelings I had
within me
I'd like to think myself as a black EMO kid
who lives for nothing but TROMATIZING
LOVE
#love #hate #jealousy #sadness #troma
Im happy like a raindbow
which ends with a *** of gold
Im greatful like a raindbow
which is glad its colourfull
Im laughing like a rainbow
which is happy
Im joyful like a rainbow
having fun like the clouds
Im cheerfull like a rainbow
which twinkles in the sky
Im incredible like a rainbow
which lights up te sky
Im loving like a rainbow
which males your day
Im nice like a rainbow
because in a sight of happyness
Death-throws  Mar 2015
Black hole
Death-throws Mar 2015
I was never a good boy  , dabbling in the wrong side of the right life,  i stole coins like candy from my grandmothers cookie jar.  Of coarse i was wrong, but i allays...
I always thought i was right , because my world had so little light  i didn't know...
I didn't know what was right, what was i to feel? how i was i to fight?,
i wasn't..
depression is like having a red dot on your forehead and you cant tell if that's from the divines gifting you inspiration to speak or the ****** down the road firing words sharp enough to slit wrists through the ballistic scope of the internet. and how dare you say..
"get over it"
how dare you say"be happy",
because depression is like a black hole
that not even light can escape and where all stuck at the bottom..
only the lucky few get to sit at the top with smiles and wave without being ****** in. throwing in careless well wishes like the coin you stole into a well...wishing that coin would grow and swell and unfurl into the note  of green you think you need.
stop counting your own blessing and count mine,  because down here at the bottom  its to dark to see the notes of happy things you write, and still you throw more and ask for them back but why is it always about you?  why cant i get a helping hand without seeing the back of it against my cheek, because we only get help when its returned..and we can only beat depression when we earn it.  and the only way to earn it is to run faster then light because that's where the answer is...
happiness
and im not talking about the kind of happyness that drips from the slit neck of a broken bottle, im not talking about  the kind that seaps from my lungs in the clouds i blow, im talking about that someone ..
the girl with cute socks all fluffy and pink,  the doctor who series box set and waaayyy to many treats..
im talking about  the people who even when my skin is made out of stone see the marshmallow of my heart, even when my worlds falls apart, and the fragments of my reality splinter into stepping stones across a  raging river...
they make the steps not so far apart...
  while upstream my family and my friends rush construction on the dam that will slow the flow enough to cross..
THERE THE ONES WHO CARE  !'
the ones who grab that happiness that outruns my own black hole and dive head first into it m force feeding me spoonfuls of sugar and courage and smiles because  they never saw the swirls of darkness around me they only saw emptiness


And one after another those broken hearted lovers those screaming from slit rists or happyness in there raught minds strip there beds and make a rope from the sheets  and tossed it from the tallest window of the fortress of life and  as soon as it touched the ground..they scream. they scream like animals climb.. climb dam you climb!!! climb like gravities blowing you a wet kiss and  the worlds tied wings to your back CLIMB! and those eat the bottom of the rope .. they  chant your bane  to keep you going...keep moving they say.. and those on the other side who can see the sun rissing and see it getting better they scream hurry! because my lifes passing me by and only they can see it...

and i can say because of them...the friends that care the one who suffer i climb...Ii still do... I haven't stopped and im STILL not at the top but im still going...
and its hard...
and my hands bleed from the effort and the slits on my wrists beg to burst again but i cant...
I  cant **** the rope that love built with my own blood and slip back down
I  must keep going...
thanks to the selflessness of those around me i know that bed sheets aren't for nooses...
there for ropes..
because dreams aren't  knifes there an escape from climbing...
the soft pillow i rest my head on doesn't feel like rocks any more..
because i couldn't dream before and now its all i do,   i  scream it DREAM!  i yell from one ear to the next look at me! smiling with  broken teeth look-at me! my scars aren't scars because I've shaped them into badges of pride because im climbing...
and as long as i climb ill never have to touch the ground...
  as long as i catch the rope when i slip those who love me will cheer me on, iscream it... look at me, not even a black hole could catch me now

*L.G
a quick spoken word speach
Storm Raven Jul 2015
Empty swings.
Playground left behind.
No children playing or running.
No people here laughing.
Or just talking.
Just a mother alone with her mind.
All the happiness gone.
Blown away by the cold northern wind.
The same wind that chilled you.
Killed you.
Took you away.
My sweet child.
And now I am here.
Just me.
A childless mother and her mind.
Standin by the empty swings.
At an empty playground.
Left behind.
I just stand there.
Mourning your untimely death.
Missing your beautiful smile.
Your warm laugh.
Oh my sweet child.
Every day I mourn your death.
Curse the cold norther wind that took you away.
The wind that took a mother's child.
The most precious thing.
Oh my beautiful child.
And every day.
I come back.
To watch the empty swings.
And look back at the past.
To mourn your untimely death.
And every day I watch this empty swings.
The swings you used to play on.
Till this cold northern wind took you away.
Now a mother comes to the empty swings.
Every day.
Crying for the lost of her son.
A childless mother at an empty playground.
All  happyness long forgotten.
There by the empty swings.

— The End —