What is happiness for you?
Is it seeing the sun shine in the sky or smelling the scent of a loved one?
Or is it neither?
Most people live each day wishing that they would be happy, or happier.
Is happiness a feeling or a choice?
Or is it the right combination of both?
Do you become happy when you choose to or when you naturally feel it?
Or does happiness choose you?
No one knows.
Because the answer is felt and unspoken.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 9:00 AM UTC
just because she looks okay
doesnβt mean she feels that way,
too.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC
As a kid, I would always be by the window, looking up to the sky.
Genuine happiness is felt as I see it filled with clouds and birds flying.
But sometimes, the sky I see is gray, empty and dead.
Sometimes, the sky is crying and angry.
But, it doesn't change.
The sky is still a sky.
The sky is still heaven.
It's what we look up to and dream of reaching.
Aren't you a sky as well?
Sometimes, you feel butterflies in your stomach.
Sometimes, you laugh so much, you could die.
But there are times that you'll lose interest
in people, in life and even in yourself.
Sometimes, you'd think of ending it all.
But remember, that if the sky is still a sky
despite the changing moods and no matter how hard it is to accept.
You may be lost at some point
but you are still you.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
do vampires sleep?
they don't.
i met a vampire
through a series of unpredictable events.
and this vampire, i must say.
despite being the only one,
might actually be the best one.
he wasn't cold,
and so i doubted.
why aren't you cold?
"because you give me warmth."
are you really a vampire?
i ask, and he replies,
with his stares that does not let me go.
a stare that got me locked not just in his eyes.
but also in his heart.
and so when i was so used to this setting.
came in, one cold evening.
that for the first time i have felt,
my warmth being unable to melt
all the shivers and cold sweats
i have proven he was a vampire.
when he has touched me with his cold hand,
cold eyes and his cold heart.
i wait for him in days.
i tell him that i miss him
in a way that i could.
and all i get is a cold wind.
this night, i am thinking
the vampire is asleep.
though, they never do.
it is more comforting than
knowing that this vampire is ignoring me.
so the vampire is asleep,
but (i hope) he has not forgotten
a human
locked inside
his cold,
cold heart.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
We bumped at each other a while ago.
I felt this weird pump in my chest but you only laughed.
Of course, you think we're friends,
but I like to think we're more than that.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC
In an ocean of people, a quiet temple,
a noisy classroom, a busy cafΓ©, and on the other side of the pedestrian lane.
I keep looking for you.
But you also kept onβ
not coming.
Alone, as I explore places I am unfamiliar with,
I keep observing the people around me.
Thinking that maybe, you could be here.
But there was never a day that you arrived when I expected you to.
Until one day,
when I was alone in a room.
Nothing but a mirror to stare at.
I found it.
I keep looking for love but it never comes.
I convinced myself that maybe I was looking at the wrong places.
But no.
I keep looking for you, Love, because I thought I didn't have you.
I keep looking for you, Love, because my eyes failed to see you.
I keep looking for you, Loveβ thinking you were in someone else's hands.
I keep looking for you, Love, but you were here all along.
Inside me, pure and strong.
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
[trigger warning: mention of self harm]
Let go of the sharp metal,
and throw away the pills.
Start collecting rose petals,
and appreciating cheap thrills.
This is how I diedβ without actually dying.
I removed all the toxicity
found in this silent vicinity.
And I turned to my laptop screen
The wallpaper was you with a grin.
That moment I knew,
I knew it well.
It was youβ
For whom I fell.
I loved you deeper,
with a greater force.
But it was really bitter
when you confirmed my hopes were false.
You stood by her,
Your warm hand protecting hers from the cold air,
You clearly are a great lover,
But why am I on despair?
So dear, this is for you,
Who made me feel dead while
breathingβ
who made me feel dead without actually
dying.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
you were not the first,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β but my beating heart cloudburst.
you were not the one,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β but you still shined like the sun.
Β maybe it's time to give it up,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β the last sip from my death cup.
yours is my hardest try
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β and yours is my hardest cry.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
TW!: self harm
Every time I'm tempted to grab the piece of metal hidden inside a box I try to avoid,
I look out the window to see if the sky can fill my void.
It's nothing new,
just the stars and the moon glowing where it's due.
I hold back.
I heave out a heavy sigh.
Each time I want to give up on myself, on life, on everything,
that's when I remind my heart of a promise I can never fail.
I promised myself I'll have more moons to see.
Luna glowed its light on me, and I told him, "don't go just yet, and let me tell you my secrets."
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:19 AM UTC