H-A-P-P-Y
Adjective, and pronounced as "hapē".
It is an emotion.
It looks odd just looking at the word.
How do I achieve.. this.. this thing?
How do I know I am doing it right?
How am I guaranteed that my illusions,
of this emotion are false.
I will, perhaps never know.
Maybe, I am fooled,
by all the precise definitions.
But for right now...
In these moments of darkness,
I know happiness is the hope
that swells up in my chest
,and makes my heart believe.
It fools my mind,
into believing I can.
I can.
I really can.
Maybe, Happiness is not just an emotion...
Maybe, just maybe it is a life style..
A choice?
Happiness, can be shaped to my own.
I can shape my happiness and you can shape yours.
Is that not just wonderful?
©Lily M. Sky

Father fell for fancy,
And announced amorousity.
Today, though, transferred to tree,
He held hope, heedlessly.

Enough, eight eves exit.
Rejoice - rather, reap retrophilia.

By Arcassin B , wolf , & soul

AB : staring at the lady in the corner wearing make-up,
Selling flowers to earn money
For her son's college fund,
Take three patterns then reverse it,
Bring them back to reality,
The way people maintain jobs nowadays
It isn't fun,
But a..
..it takes a rose to help
Cure the pain of whats to gain and
What you've lost,
To find a way to piece together a suffering flaws,

SS : /////Electric rose
In all your neon splendor
I touch you and remember
No more

I ***** my thumb
Upon your thorn
And in death
I am reborn

I gaze rapt into your night
I am drawn into the light

Rose of Sharon, petals soft Blood red dreams sent aloft

To your power I will yield
'Til I look once more
On heaven's fields,/////

WS : in fields of Elysium await with gentle memories
and flowers of every hue
reaching into forever
from that street corner in modern blight
where a mother's love was the noblest fight
and she would give her all for one
that worthy offspring, her beloved son
tarry ye not, on that dreadful shore
pennies for Charon to ferry Styx
close thy eyes and weep no more
there's nothing that true love may not fix,

SS : /////Electric rose
In all your neon splendor
I touch you and remember
No more

I ***** my thumb
Upon your thorn
And in death
I am reborn

I gaze rapt into your night
I am drawn into the light

Rose of Sharon, petals soft Blood red dreams sent aloft

To your power I will yield
'Til I look once more
On heaven's fields,///////

despite all those new hairstyles and haircuts
to make yourself forget about him and move on
girl, you can never change it to the way you want life to be
or cut him out from your life