Each morning when you awake.
Radiate your smile.
I personally guarantee you that you make someone day.
A person that's down.
Within minutes will turn their mood around.
Radiate, with pleasantries.
And watch others begins to model themselves too.
Believe in the comment it only takes one.
To attract two.
All because of a happy mood.
Hadn't a bad experience always ticked you off?
That you wanted to respond too.
And it's because of the bad mood.
If you feel happy inside.
Let no others dictates the thingss you do.
Happiness is a reaction.
To an event within your soul.
Whenever you walk into the room, my eyes have to adjust.
The light you produce is blinding -- a torch in the middle of a dark cave.
What is that light?
Is it the light of happiness? The light of love?
Whatever it may be, don't let it extinguish.
You're the light that illuminates my eyes and my heart.
I would surely be lost without you.
I love you, Rach <3 Thank you for being my personal sunlight.
White Arctic tundra.,
wind screams past outside our tent.
graham crackers and chocolate.
Joking and passing the flask.
Brandy, s'mores and warm kisses.
Outside is blizzard,
But we are warm together.
Fluffy fleece blanket.
Warm bodies, slow pulsing, we radiate through the night.
My eyes are black,
My heart is cold,
self-hatred is radiating from within my soul,
the mirror reflects what i don't want to see
i hate every single aspect about me
from my abnormal eyes
to my ugly, fat thighs
see, i hate myself too
probably even more than you.
Don't burn your bridges
or your mouth will catch fire.
On any windy day my interests are scattered.
The stars were once so friendly,
dancing with the moon to radiate on each
satellite, plant, galaxy solar system
The stars were once so bright,
But that was before they saw a bitter life form
And they dimmed a little
They met the city lights, and saw they were
least important with such beauty,
A planet with stars of it's own,
which lead the stars to dim enough
But then the far away suns noticed
Hatred, and the beloved planets
not being taken care of,
water sources being drained,
Fake satellites being place all over,
The forbidden moon having
Earth's stolen elements stabbed into
Planets hid, and now
All the stars are all a dot to twinkle
Still holding onto that last piece of illumination
and lately, the moon seemed a little dimmer
How will you write
About a glorious light
It's mighty bright
When will you realize
it's worse off than you
Let me be when I stargaze
The sky will look back at me and reminiscence
Everyday I my skin is shed
to grow ~
and be reborn.
Butterflies rise from the mouth of the dead
like planes over Dulles or O’Hare, masking her
unspeakable void in a procession of iridescent
blips across the control tower monitor.
Can these abandoned doors be the lips I kissed --
lips I once explored like an underground river,
a maze reaching to the core of her secret fire?
Her heart, Gilgamesh rain upon the Tigris plains,
beats no more but sits in buttoned devotion,
parent proud to her bountiful yield.
The sapped earth, now embalmed, rests
until the next sowing of the dead.