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Mariam Shittu Mar 2019
Maybe there’s no happily ever after,
Brad and Angie ended.
Jack died, Rose lived.

Maybe there’s no together forever
no till death do us part.
no fairytale ending.

Maybe its okay to have
several beginnings
and different endings.

Maybe we are only meant
to hold on to our happy
for as long as we can.
A Simillacrum Feb 2019
How am I
still walking
still breathing
thoughts & feelings?
How am I
still drinking
still eating
in the earth's stomach?
Feeding myself to feed you.

Feeding myself to feed you.

. . .

Wet fingertip offered to the wind itself,
summon me personal heaven,
please, summon me
personal heaven.

Flat foot big toe tapping out the pulse
of the bare ground on concrete,
asking heaven of
the soil. Pleading.

Feeding myself to feed you.
Happily happening,
as but a terrible chance.

Happily happening.
sophia Nov 2018
you give me paper cuts
small, yet deep
and i still happily,
bleed for you.
There is a sheep
Playing in the court
That is wide
He jumps happily
He feels funny
He sings loudly
But suddenly
He felt lonely
He goes immediately
To search for friendly
He walks shortly
He walks straightly
He walks  unlikely
Till he finds them
They are great
They are like him
Sheep and goats'
He invites them
They get hesitated
He says obviously
The court is wide
The plants are great
They are green
Who wants happy?
Must live there
Who wants heaven?
Must  go yonder
They look at faces
Why don't they go?
Why don't  they do"
The effort to get more
To make their life happy
They deal with themselves
with honest and funny
feeling at inner
with the sense of satisfy
of the sense of ready
to thank their God truly
They are all going happily
to live happily, you must feel it in yourself
Madelynn Nieves Sep 2018
Once upon a time...
Promised myself
Never settle
For less than
Happily ever after
I now lay
Making Excuses
For the Wolf
Kathrine Aug 2018
Quit when it is the most beautiful, right?
Quit when I hold your Hand,
smile on our lips.
When I feel your fingertips.
Quit when you touch my cheek,
and fall for my eyes.
When your smile lights up my heart,
but your words tare me apart.
When I am the happiest ever.
Quit, it can’t get better.
But worse.
So quit breathing.

- Happily suicidal
Isaac Aug 2018
I want people
More than pleasure
People are my pleasure
I'll happily take
Life's punches
For people
I'll happily make
Me a fool
For people
I'll happily drop
For people
For there's one thing
I know for sure:
I love people
People are
what matters
to me.
Written 10 August 2018
I don't believe in a prince wearing his armory, slaying the princess' dragon, saving the princess, and living happily ever after together

I believe in the princess wearing her own armory, slaying her own dragons, saving herself , and living her own happily ever after
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