On all 4 sides, Darkness surrounds me. As far as the eye can see.
Thousands and thousands of them. It's a stampede!
I'll never make it out of here, I believe.
But then I find Happiness,
pushing through the crowd towards me,
smiling through the sweat, what a relief!
But there are thousands still searching,
"Where could my Happiness be?!"
It is so disheartening my friend
That there is nothing, absolutely nothing I can do
To lighten your grief.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
I imagine you to be a quiet person.
The socially awkward one, the one who likes the thought of being thought of as a thoughtful person, but one who ends up blurting out something irreversibly stupid.
I imagine you to be romantic, believer of true love. One who dreams of kisses under pink skies.
I imagine you to be intriguing and somehow delicate; like a cute little bird that needs to be observed from far.
I imagine you to be private, one who locks up not only his words, but emotions inside pages that are shoved and buried inside the depths of your heart.
I imagine you to be wearied by life, thinking about the future while you stir coffee.
Or maybe how I imagine you just reflects me.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
Shared laughter, mem'ries,
Dinner, toasts to our good health,
Friends, family and love.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
I pulled you out of a hole only to push you into another, much deeper.
I made laughter swell up in your heart, then left you drowning in tears.
I showed you some light, but locked you in a black cell with no air.
I'm sorry, I never meant any of this.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
A little phrase of love and support from a stranger,
suddenly sweetens everything
like warm honey that trickles on toast.
A word or two of empathy
like sugar cubes and
a hug that feels like summer.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
*A blank notebook stares at me,
Crisp pages, neat edges and lines
A pencil sharpened until the tip ******
placed by the side.
I carefully carve slanted letters,
bundle them into words, into sentences..
and gradually,
I switch to sketches and doodles;
weird shapes,
mindlessly drawn (mostly spirals)..
Dragging the pencil to and fro
until it becomes blunt and curved.
Pens are convenient
but pencils are better.
You can always erase the mistakes,
though they leave scars and marks.
How long I sit there, I don't know.
I go to sleep,
and an abandoned notebook,
buried under tomes,
sits quietly on the desk,
telling the stories I've written.*
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
I close my eyes
and fade away into a place
in my own mind;
A place where
random thoughts
are mixed and packed
into clouds;
floating lazily.
Sometimes I sit on an
especially fluffy one
and journey somewhere,
until it starts to vanish
from under me,
into little wispy threads...
I forget where I was going
and jump on another one,
and another;
as if skipping and
hopping about.
Carelessly.
One cloud crumbles and evanesces,
and another appears;
like stairs--
Appearing one by one
at my feet,
progressing forward,
carrying me.....
....where?
I start to forget,
why or how
I ended up here-
but there is
peace here. And comfort.
As I start to enjoy, I know it's not real.
Clouds rain in the real world.
And knowing that scares me.
I know I have to wake up.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
*On nights when you feel lonely
And your head is buried in pillows
When breaths come in short gasps
because the tears won't stop....
Wherever I am,
I will feel an ache in my soul,
And I will know you are hurting.
So I will sing you
your favourite tune, a lullaby♫
To put your heart at ease.
And then you can sleep
undisturbed by nightmares,
And you'll open your eyes only when
the darkness is gone...
And the sun shines
once more in your life.*
_______________
*On nights when you feel nothing,
Just an emptiness for no reason...
I will send you a star. ☆
Out of my heart, it will ride a cloud
and reach your window; tapping..
And as you stare at in wonder,
Circling your head, the star will do
little funny dances,
And when you're tired from laughing
and fall asleep,
The star will tiptoe out, board the cloud,
And return straight back to my heart.
And I will smile...*
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Optimism means
to see,
the distance you covered,
not the time it took,
for you to reach there.
Optimism means
to see,
the strength to get up,
in the legs
that limp and stagger.
Optimism means
to see,
the intention behind
every action,
And not the consequences.
Optimism means
to see,
an oasis,
if only just an illusion,
In the middle of the vast,
scorching desert around you.
Optimism means
to look for,
beauty in rubble,
order in chaos,
And
hope in desperation.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
PAIN is so
common
that
HAPPINESS
has become
almost
Exotic
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC