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mysterie 14h
happiness
to me
was her laugh
spilling into my lap
like sunlight --
warm.
and mine,
before i i knew
i needed it,
needed her.
something semi crazy happened today
also, the project is going to have ten entries and a small one at the end to sum it up x
date wrote: 3/7
Poetic T Jun 12
They say I slept like  
I was in a shallow grave,
Still warm, but rigid.
eyes glazed over..

I tried to wake myself up,
But as I looked down,
Chills evaporated through me.

I slept like death, my pillow
A grave stone of dreams.
Tucked in beneath the
Shallow entombment
of slumber.

Yet, upon my resurrection,
I feel like I’d never even
Sewn my eyes shut.
As sunlight seers my retina.

I walk into the light, dead on my feet..
Everly Rush Jun 8
i found a sunny spot to sit
the kind that makes you glow a bit
the grass was cool, the light was gold
it felt like something i could hold

i stretched out like a lazy cat
no thoughts too loud, no weight, just flat
the heavy stuff slipped off my chest
the sun, for once, made all the rest

feel smaller — gone, at least awhile
i even wore a real-life smile
but shadows came, like they always do
and took my sunlight with them too.
17:26pm / i wish i could be a cat
Noor May 30
The eyes that shimmer so bright
Before, nothing felt so right
The brown color in the sunlight
Make my heart filled with pure delight

A smile so pure, that takes my breath
Leaving me always thinking of its depth
A smile so pretty
That never makes you feel guilty

A heart so full of love, it overflows
Filling mine with tender glows
A mind full of knowledge
That guides me through

The hands of mine longing to hold yours
Under the moon's light or near the sea shore.
Dylan A May 11
I keep pretending that you don’t want me,

Because that would be a reason to stay.

So if I find a reason to leave, I’ll be gone

By golden hour, without a message or note,

Without even any goodbyes.
Berry Blue May 8
It's meaningless
yet, I am still here,
drinking water,
waiting on calls,
watching the sky.

Yes
The universe is indifferent.
and also- I miss my dog.
She would wait for me
and not ask why we're here.

nothing is certain
and also-
Sunlight moves across the floor
like it has somewhere to be
and for a moment,
so do i.
Wed, May 7, 2025
Damocles May 2
Hereupon the roof of this house,
The chill of a breeze brushing to cruise my skin,
I can see the canvas changing,
From the dark speckled indigo
To indigent ice blue.

Pastel painting ‘cross the expanse
Blues, oranges, with pink undertones,
And here I am dropping tears like dew drops,
Hoping that when the day comes
I can put the pain down.

Orange fireball in the sky
Peaking over the horizon
Please cleanse the pain away
Wash me in your yellow glow,
I wanna be less blue than the robin’s egg overhead
I wanna feel less sick than the lush verdant grass beneath my feet.

Vibrating through my veins
My flesh feels blanketed,
I can coo into this happiness
As the colors bleed into a scene
Of what today may bring
I’m here like an early perennial
I’ll bloom like an early spring.

Just chase away the indigo,
Don’t want to be allured by the diamonds’ glow
Need to find a way to stay within the light,
Bask til I’m golden brown,
No more sorrows and no more frowns
I’m ready for a day break.
i love the colors just before the sun rises in the sky. Its always healing.
MetaVerse Apr 30

The shadow of the aloe plant
Is as still as the sunlight
That crawls along the wall.

Damocles Apr 24
What is happiness?
I dare say it's the early parts of spring
Where the blooms first start their beautiful display
Pink Hyacinths, cherry blossoms, dandelions
The eager fluttering of buttery butterflies
Or the curious buzzing pauses of a bumble bee.

The green buds on ancient oaks
Or the tiny growths of hydrangeas,
It's in the beauty of warmer days, sun bathed
And a milder evening by the bonfire.

Happiness is in company kept,
A cold beer and smoked BBQ,
It is the music we dance to or annoy the neighbors with.
It’s in the good times and memories
Creating new ones as we come together.

Happiness is a dirt or bridled trail
Verdant walls of trees and those arboreal things
Squirrels rustling in susurrus steps
And bird singing their symphonies
Bidding for applause in their skyward stage

Happiness is blue skies
With cotton ball clouds,
And sunbeams touching down
To highlight the cricket fiddling.

Happiness is in the littlest things
We barely notice, as if it were as common as a breath
But if you disconnect, let the stress melt
And focus on how alive our earthen mother is
You would see, in every step, on every twirl
Happiness is one sunlit day away.
One can never truly explain happiness accurately, but this is what makes me happy, currently.
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