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Finding myself in "messages"

"You seem so happy. How are you so happy all the time? Why are you so happy though?"

Someone had said to me.

Well, to be honest I don't really know how I am happy. I'm not even sure if I am.

I don't know why I always grin like a fool in front of my friends.

How I'm so positive. How I laugh and smile at everything.

Because....... I guess.......


It feels good.

To laugh rather than cry

To smile rather than frown.

To be happy when you know something isn't.

It feels comfortable.

Just smile at everything!

Be happy.

It feels like cuddling with blankets on a freezing winter. Cookies beside you.... warmth filling your body....

Like heaven..


I just smile.



Can you do me a favor....


And just smile.....

Smile....



Like nothing matters..... smile.....





Let's be happy, guys. : )

Sit down, have a drink
Take a minute to contemplate and think
Whispers of different auras
Have the power to create and destroy us
Turning admiration to white lies...

I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three
Fate, let's play hide-and-seek.
Find me

Toast to a new generation, a new age
To the passing by of night and day
Who cares about limitations?
Not scared of getting a little dangerous
Fear is my best friend
Actually, more like my servant

I wonder what happens tomorrow
Breathing bliss, exhaling sorrow
I'll face head on...

I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three
How about another day, Death?
I'm not done yet

They say our destinies are written in the stars
It's up to us on how we use our hearts

I see billions of faces
Having a habit of making observations
I see ten times more lights
From a passion to fight
For much more than their own lives

Sometimes I wanna go back to the days
Of shooting paper airplanes
Of wading in the sky
Not caring about life
Or when we'll die

I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three

I'm free?

I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three

Tell me...

I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three

Just take a chance to believe.

Tick
Tock*

As seconds go by, so does my patience.
That nonstop noise is such a nuisance,
It's ticking me off!
Something is brewing,
Much more than a storm
I feel the last of my sanity
Chipping away and plunging into Hell.

An icy hand wrenches my heart,
Which is held by worn strings.
A vengeful spirit takes my place
And forces me to be their host.

My phalanges are vibrating
To the pounding of my vocal chords
As they snap one by one.

Maybe a little of my strength....
No harm in a little scolding....
What could possibly go -

Look. You did it again.
Another step towards being inhuman.

Darkness consumes the room;
time is running out, the end is coming soon.

The moon grins wickedly,
waiting silently for the story to unfold.

Alone she stood in the corner,
eyes closed, but face plastered with horror
feeling the presence of the man who dared enter the house,
the house that blinded her soul.

The intruder observed her cautiously,
as she whispered ominously,
"It's coming, it's coming."

Turn back, warned a voice in the man's head,
but he stood there frozen like ice instead.

Suddenly, her pupilless eyes snapped open wide
as the wails from inside
escaped her mouth and shook the world.

Overwhelming malicious power surge through her
while her black-and-white vision began to blur.

Her hands clamped onto her head
as she collided with the ground.

With that, the man held his heart as she fell,
his lifeless body helping increase the pile of other dead souls.

"Hear the screams of death!" the female spirit proclaimed,
with a voice the sound of broken glass.

Then the banshee went to rest until the time came again.

She smiles a lot, if not all the time.
She compliments to the point of annoyance,
but I don't entirely mind.

My throat aches from constant shouting
and release of my angst,
but that's who she is.

She thinks of herself as an "extra",
but life wouldn't be the same without her.
She still has a place in my heart.

You have so much talent and potential,
you're fun to be around,
and we surely have a bond.

I tell you "I hate you",
I demand, "Shut up,
but remember, I love you, friend.