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Nylee Apr 2018
The more it hurts
The more I smile
because the smile has the power
To make it useless
.
Bella S Apr 2018
Laughter is our source of happiness,
Our happiness is the source of other people's laughter.
It seems as if we have a process of creating laughter;
I tell a joke and smile, you laugh and smile even brighter.
You stop.
but when we look back into each other's eyes, it brings the laughter back.
And you beam.
But then there's a twist to the story;
I tell a joke and smile, no one hears, I say it again yet no one hears again.
Its as if I'm invisible and no one sees the pain and heartbreak I caused for myself.
But if you couldn’t already tell, this is not about a joke, no this is a poem about invisibility, agony, and pain.
And no I’m not a depressed  kid that’s in writing club,
I don’t write my poems about my own experience, but of those who had experiences that are unbearable.
You see her crying but she is silent
You see him crying but he is also silent,
You walk over, tell a joke, hoping for a happy result.
laughter cannot heal pain,
But the pain will never hide laughter
Laughter fills the emptiness that holds you,
And laughter clutches the misery of your past.
You past leaves a permanent scar, and laughter, well it leaves different scars; laughter builds you up and glues you in place, in time, and in joy.
Laughter,
It is the color of your forever darkness.
Poetic T Mar 2018
Showing him the  
            up and over
             maneuver.

He tries, succeeding.
            I'm a big boy,
                      smiling.
Özcan Sh Mar 2018
I love it when, i see you smiling
But i dont love it when i see you crying.

I love it when, i look into your eyes
But i dont love it when i see a tear from your eyes.

I love it when, i see that you are happy with me
But i dont love it when i see you sad without me.

I love it when, i have you in my arms
But i dont love it when i miss you in my arms

But...

I love how you make us beat our hearts at the same time.
With love, you can look at the world with a different view
I love her
I desire her
More than anything
I can imagine
But I am unsure

I dreamt of her
I weep for her
I struggle with myself
But I never conquered
‘cos I am unsure

And at night
I hug my pillow
In my sleep
I held her tight
But I couldn’t keep her
For I was unsure

She kept coming
She kept smiling
But never opened her hands
To give me a warm embrace
Which is all I desire
And the more I am unsure

I never told her
I love you
I’ve never held her
In my hands
But I love her
Though I am unsure

The wound remained unhealed
The vacuum remained unfilled
The tears flow unstopped
And I’m losing her
Who is the remedy
‘Cos I’m unsure

And I’m losing her
Fast than I expected
Though she still smiles
The fear increased unmeasured
She loves me
I don’t know
For I am unsure.
hayley robertson Mar 2018
I'm going to bed happy
for the first time in a long time.

And it feels good.

I'm going to bed with a smile on my face
for the first time in a long time.

And it feels good.

I'm going to bed laughing
for the first time in a long time.

And it feels so good.
trinity Mar 2018
why must sadness always be my muse?
why can i only use words
to fill my own emptiness?
i want to write about the sunbeams that dance on my wall
about how my baby sister laughs
about the stars and my passions
i want to get so carried away in the love and beauty i know that i forget how to write and my words become nonsense and my sentences run on and on and on until they overflow
i want kindness and joy to emanate from my work
i want my cheeks to ache from smiling
instead of my eyes burning from tears
i want to change
i want to heal
hey if anyone can explain what this even means you get uh bragging rights what a mess
Cana Mar 2018
One syllable,
three measly letters
And lifetimes of happiness.

The greatest smiles are come from it
The happiest tear is shed
It’s utterance can make you JUMP and LEAP and TWIRL and SPIN or...
Or burst hearts sealed in lead.

And lifetimes of happiness
Three measly letters
One syllable.
Yes.
For Mon fille and the laugh lines he got when his boy said yes.
spiral-whirl Feb 2018
i can't understand the tug at my lips when i see gore,
when pain happens,
when i think of a painful memory,
yet my heart still squeezes,
still wheezes,
still sputters,
still hurt,
but because i carry on while the storm that is against me,
and the only weapon i wield is my smile,
because they will never know how broken i am

[ kind of a part two ]

i laugh when my eyes rain,
when raindrops trickle down my cheek,
have you ever realized that sobbing and laughing sound so similar?
when someone laughs they can be crying in the inside,
when someone sobs they can be happy,
i think its a way of laughing off the pain,
just so you won't give in,
because then you lost,
and we don't want that.
two poemsssssssssss in one -u-
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