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Sourodeep Sep 2015
Why can't we just dance in the rain
and let the sun **** our tears

Why can't we have the strength to bear the pain
and let life save the happiness for us later

Why can't we, among this atrocity, be sane
and let our mind engage in love and compassion

Why can't we live our lives driving in the happy lane
and let each moment make a world of its own

Why can't we just sit, staring at the smoked window pane
and let our dreams light up the lamp of hope and joy.

Why can't we stop whining,
for our efforts will never go in vain,
in this blue sky we are always shining
spreading happiness for others to gain.
Our simple good nature can generate lot of happiness around, we just don't realize how effective we can be for others.
Sourodeep May 2015
My poor dad lifted me up by my torn shirt
                    I could see the sun set
            wondering, will it rise up again
Melissa Koe Nov 2013
I tend to cry many a night
When things don't seem quite right

When hope, joy, and love
Bug me for a game of hide-and-seek
When all I want to do
Is drift off to a neverending sleep

I have many issues you see
And none of them are quite fixable by me

To the folks at home
Who are too engulfed by their pride
Why can't you see
I'm not taking in stride
I am sorry
I don't mean to disrespect
Only that you can't read my mind
(Will you please cut me some slack?)

To the father figure
I never had
You never called
Never asked
Never cared
(Where were you when things turned bad?)

Then when it comes to you
[My best friend, my lover]
I have to admit defeat,
Because although we're through
I am consumed with vorfreude when I think about you.

But indeed; you are right
By the unspoken rule we shall abide
The past and present shall not collide.
(Though you're still in my thoughts every night)

*

To everyone else
I respect,
cherish or adore
I apologize for being such a bore.
(And for using poetry as a vice)
[past tense]

This is raw, and not my usual style. I barely checked it for anything. Heck I think I made loads of errors. agh and it sounds stupid. Shall resume my normal style soon
jb  Feb 2023
Vorfreude / Eunoia
jb Feb 2023
my destiny with you must’ve been pre-written,
everything falls into place at a pace so lovingly,
the natural joy of creation has led to us, and us to it. 
creating these moments of bliss i often reminisce about,
no matter the memory, big or small—
it shall be remembered for the rest of my all. 
twitching with excitement for the path before us, unknown to any, 
even us,
the one thing apparent is our smiles and joy. 
euphorically gorgeous, you’re my favorite haze to get lost within. 
slowly enveloping my mind, body, and existence so benevolently,
as i with you, we practically fuse— like clouds and white smoke crossing each other’s paths. 
for half a moment we’re indistinguishable, together as one we run in complete unison;
synergy so polished and perfected i mistake us as you, or we as me. 
woe is me when that moment fully passes—
back to togethering apart, longing for your mist to kiss mine once again. 
/
the sensation of familiarity i feel for you hasn’t diminished since we first met, and it has me wondering.
what if we’ve met before —
in our previous life,
as previous people,
but with this same adoration?
what if everything lined up so perfectly in our previous, just like it did in this current?
i’ve always wondered what the reason for that may be;
maybe in our first incarnations,
we fell in love so flawlessly, and shared a lifetime of joy and laughter and love and peace,
we were able to do everything we set our minds toward,
our wealth was astonishing,
we traveled the world,
we completed bucket lists and had minuscule worries. 
and as we got old and gray, all we could do is look back fondly—
“but what’s ahead?” we wondered. 
what new experiences will we miss because of the limitations of our bodies?
and so it happened, our first promise,
with the intertwining of our pinkies followed by a kiss on the thumb, we push them together and close our eyes.
“we’ll always be together, even in our next lives.”
afterwards we continue the rest of our days in tranquility, 
thinking of the contract we forged as nothing more than a sweet sentiment. 
a promise that we wouldn’t know if upheld by the other or not, 
because what is life after death if not the afterlife? 
nobody knows, therefore our promise was heartfelt, but bitterly hollow, 
or so we thought. 
we didn’t consider the overseer of the contract,
the one who watches life after death bloom anew in new times,
the universe. 
the universe remembers all,
so what if it remembers the very first of our all,
and continually rebirths us and realigns our paths after an incalculable amount of times prior and after—
and watches us fall in love over and over and over again?
a primordial love that stretches out as far as the universe does, 
all happening simultaneously before or after us. 
…just a thought tho
Iris Jun 2014
Vorfreude; anxious
anticipation shedding its skin to what lays below,
Dread. Such dread.

Dread not of seeing you, love,
But of knowing that you will not be in any trace of haste to see me..
Dread not of skin against skin, love,
But of noticing that you are edging away, slowly, from my
Burning fingertips..

Dread of not being able to overlook the fact that if I pull
my hand away, you will not reach over even when the screen starts
running the credits.

Dread of becoming fully aware,
though you lying to me - and not to yourself as well I hope - makes it
easier to fool myself

that I am not beautiful
In your eyes(do you still care to search mine?)
as I was when I was first focused in your
Line of vision.
As I was when I first caught your
Attention.
you were late again, and not sorry, and you talk to my brother and not me, and i'm sorry.
The Haywire  Feb 2014
Untitled
The Haywire Feb 2014
Memory unscathed
Loosing the tide
Flows the thought
Vorfreude enticed
Calm the nerves
Crawling up the spine
Forgetting the world
Such a task indefinite.
Gaitano Mar 2015
To hold it close
That vorfreude,
To feel cozy
As if you had asylum.
Well, I don't much feel like explaining why
I can't deal with you at this time baby
But you're going to invite me anyway
Because you were waiting,
Observing and controlling
Watching my lips move, carefully,
With some wisdom,
Or perhaps cliche,
Hinting that I might just imagine some way for our bodies to connect...

To find you is to capture lighting
in a jar,
So I'll hold my crucible close by
Lest our paths become parallel
once more.
Eat it

— The End —