#happines
We're walking by the lake
Hand in hand
Freezing to death
Cuddled up on the bench
Looking into each others eyes
Saing that we're in love
With tears in our eyes
We kissed while the weight dropped from our shoulders
I thought I may be dreaming
But your lips brought me down to earth
Was love always this easy?
Or are we just meant to be?
Yes,I think that's it
We've come a long way to be here
And I'm thankful that we finally did
I'm not going anywhere
Give us few more years
And I won't be strolling down the lake
But down the aisle with bouquet in my hands
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 5:01 PM UTC
Eyes open eyes shut
Light flutters in like mist then fades like a silent wind.
Sunlight moonlight sunrise sunsets
Shades of light and darkness that emanate life.
Chaos and peace coexist within each transition.
Such is life and such is happiness…
Feb 19, 2024
Feb 19, 2024 at 8:09 PM UTC
Poetry is the weeping eye
it is the weeping shoulder
the weeping eye of the shoulder
it is the weeping hand
the weeping eye of the hand
it is the weeping soul
the weeping eye of the heel.
Oh, you friends,
poetry is not a tear
it is the weeping itself
the weeping of an uninvented eye
the tear of the eye
of the one who must be beautiful
of the one who must be happy.
by Nichita Stanescu, translated by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru
Sep 24, 2022
Sep 24, 2022 at 12:41 PM UTC
Why does the caged bird sing?
I wanted you to see me.
That I was ready to fulfill your every desire.
Your smile, laughter, your cries... your tears mean so much more
..so much more.
I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to see your dreams come true.
You could have been so much more.
My every moment, my reason for being.
A love that gives unconditionally to those unwilling to receive,
my foolish philosopher, all these things and so much more.
I am starting to think "you" will never exist.
In these moments while reflecting I see how "he" could never be "him".
Thus this life, the reason for it, I haven't found it yet..
The caged bird sings because,
…birds sing.
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 12:39 PM UTC
I'm spending time thinking about my auntie Lisa again
Man, I swear, the fact she died still hasn't touched my brain
Sometimes she's the only person I feel that I could relate to
The other half of my brain is telling me she would hate you
Cause I haven't really always done the right thing
And now when I speak to certain family, it's just fighting
I remember she bought me a bike and brought me cycling
And I found it so strange that she would do me such a nice thing
But that's what family's for
And I had rarely felt that feeling
But if it wasnt for my auntie Val I probably wouldn't be eating
If it wasnt for my uncle Tom I'd probably be on the streets and
If I didn't have that family then I probably wouldn't be breathing
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 9:58 PM UTC
At night, stars are trying to being perfect by twinkling.
Moon just keeping his stunning look.
But she who always being herself born with dark circles and having thin spectacles is still writing poetry by using her untidy heart...
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
Blaming myself that I am not happy makes no sense, everyone has already decided upstairs, in the air my fate hang. I look like leaves that swirl in the wind.
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC
i had given all the reassurances in the world, and yet the doubts under your tears are there to destroy me
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
The rain comes.
A lover cries.
A farmer rejoices.
A lost man is renewed.
A friend has been taken.
Wherever you are, wherever you've been. It is the same.
The rain comes.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
I resonate
Smiling down from my room
Expectations kills reality
Just as reality kills fantasies
Are they my friends ?
I see the enemy in front of me
He is fearful and he is mocking me
Whispers and looks
Dishonest insects trying to be the center of attention in the room
I am aware of them
Their masks and uniforms
Their scent and their many forms
It is easy to be seduced
But not anymore
I will not be used
There are still many shapes for me to become
Wisdom is the opposite of freedom
I see the enemy in front of me
He is laughing and he is looking at me
I want to end this but he is not letting me
I see the enemy in front of me
Suddenly everything is clearer
I am looking at myself in the mirror
I can't feel anything
But i resonate
Words Of Harfouchism
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
i want believe
i want believe
i want believe
in happines
i want believe
i want believe
i want believe
in sunny day
i just want believe
i just want believe
i just want believe
in blue sky
i want believe
i want believe
i want believe
in happy life
i want believe
i want believe
i want believe
in pretty day
i just want believe
i just want believe
i just want believe
but i can't
i want believe
but i can't
i want believe
but i can't
i want believe
but i can't
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
I'll go with you to the end of the world
I'll fly with you to at least other planets
I will go with you even to New York
If only you were with me and I'm with you
I will be with you and you with me
And there will never be sorrow
I will be a part of you and you will me
And happiness will always be with us
I'm ready to give up everything for you
I'm ready for you to become a Musketeer
I'm ready for you for everything
If only you were with me and I'm with you
I will be with you and you with me
And there will never be sorrow
I will be a part of you and you will me
And happiness will always be with us
I will be with you and you with me
And there will never be sorrow
I will be a part of you and you will me
And happiness will always be with us
2017
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC
"The Pickle"
The suffering the happiness
The you inbetween
Or in spite of
Each mind must taste the ever
On its own
And judge a universe thereby
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
I’m 14 and it’s my freshman year and I’m so scared the rest of my life is gonna feel like this.
I’m 16 and I’m driving by myself for the first time and it takes everything in me not to just keep driving.
I’m 18 and I’m finally walking across the stage and all I can think of is how I look on the screen.
I’m 20 and I go to the carnival with my friends and I hope the rest of my life is gonna feel like this.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
oh sun.
you're a drug
of happiness,
creating smiles
and playful moods.
you shower me
in warmth,
like a hug
from a friend
embracing me
in your arms.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
Dear life, you could say we don’t have the best relationship,
You are dark, you are hard, you are unfair, and you are even suffocating at times.
You make me feel small, you make me feel helpless and you make me feel broken.
You throw things at me, you are mean to me and you give me heart ache.
But you are also light, you are also beautiful and you are also extraordinary.
Dear life,
You are the reason that I laugh,
You are the reason that I see light,
You are the reason that I feel the warmth of hugs, and you are the reason I am here today.
Dear life, I will survive you.
I see darkness because I know light, I feel sadness because I’ve felt joy. I feel broken because I’ve felt whole. And anyway, some of the best cups of coffee are chipped.
You throw things at me because you know Im good at catching.
Dear life,
You are not unfair, without all of the wicked seeming things that you toss my way I would not be able to recognise the good and the beautiful in you.
Dear life, I love you.
You are a journey, an adventure, you are excitement, mystery, joy and love all bundled up in one.
You are a roller coaster, you are scary, you are fun, you make me scream with fear and with joy.
Dear life,
Thank you for giving me my lows so I can recognise my highs.
Thank you for giving me late night car rides with the music blasting, for giving me stomach aching and breath taking laughs, for giving me 2nd chances.
Thank you for creating babies and puppies and art and music and love and even pain.
Thank you for giving me the chance to live you.
Dear life,
The most beautiful things always hurt, even roses have thorns
Sometimes there seems to be more dark than light in you these days but there is light and I will heal and sometimes the healing is the aching.
Dear life, you are worth living
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
I doubt on having this life,
A life where you can enjoy a short happiness;
A happiness that can't lasts forever,
But can be a memory;
A memory that reminds all the hinge happiness.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
"Hoy! Bata! Magpapakamatay ka ba?"
"Magpapakamatay ka nga e. Buhay nga naman o!"
"Sigurado ka na ba sa gagawin mo, bata? May maghahahanap ba sa iyo kapag nawala ka? May magluluksa ba sa bangkay mo kapag namatay ka?"
"Bata ka pa. Alam kong marami ka pang pangarap sa buhay mo. Kung may magulang ka pa at mga kapatid, sana naiisip mo rin sila. Sana mararamdaman mo rin ang mararamdaman nila kapag nalaman nilang magtatangka kang magpakamatay. Isipin mo bata."
"Kung desidido ka na at sa isip mo ay wala ng nagmamahal sa iyo, sige.. ituloy mo ang pagpapakamatay mo. Basta iyong pakatandaan na sa bawat yugto ng ating buhay, minsan lang tayo binigyan ng pagkakataong itama ang kung ano mang pagkakamaling nagawa natin. Wala tayong karapatang wakasan ang buhay na ipinagkaloob sa atin ng Maykapal. Sige, bata. Mauna na ako. Advance rest in peace."
Dinig na dinig ko pa ang paghampas ng malalakas na alon sa baybayin nang mga sandaling iyon. Naalala ko pang nababasa na rin ang aking mukha sa bawat tubig-alat na dumadampi sa akin noong mga panahong tinangka kong magpakamatay.
Gusto kong wakasan ang aking buhay.
Gusto kong malunod.
Gusto kong tangayin ng mga alon ang aking katawan.
Gusto kong mapuno ng tubig-alat ang aking ilong at bunganga hanggang sa mawalan na ako ng hininga at unti-unting bumulusok pailalim sa kailaliman ng dagat.
Ngunit... ang salitang binitiwan ng isang taong iyon ang nagsilbing leksiyon sa akin na pahalagahan pa ang aking buhay at ang mga taong nagmahal sa akin.
"Kung desidido ka na at sa isip mo ay walang nagmamahal sa iyo, sige, ituloy mo ang pagpapakamatay mo. Basta iyong pakatandaan na sa bawat yugto ng ating buhay, minsan lang tayo binigyan ng pagkakataong itama ang kung ano mang pagkakamaling nagawa natin. Wala tayong karapatang wakasan ang buhay na ipinagkaloob sa atin ng Maykapal."
Noon, akala ko ang pagpapakamatay ang solusyon upang takasan ko ang dagok sa aking buhay. Nawalan ako ng tunay na ina. Namatayan ako ng ama. Pinagmalupitan ako ng aking madrasta. Hindi ako minahal ng mga kapatid ko sa ama. Kaya naglayas ako at napadpad sa baybaying dagat at doon ay naisipan ko na lamang na magpatiwakal.
Nawalan man ako ng magulang pero alam kung may nagmamahal pa rin sa akin. Hindi ko sila kadugo pero lagi silang nariyan para palakasin ang loob ko. Sila ang mga tinatawag kong mga kaibigan.
Pagkatapos ng nangyari noong pagtatangka ko ay ipinagpatuloy ko ang aking buhay. Sa tulong ng aking mga kaibigan ay nagtagumpay akong maging masaya.
Hindi ako nag-iisa. Tinulungan din nila akong magbalik-loob sa Diyos. Ang mga nagawa nila ay isang napakalaking biyaya sa akin.
"Kung sa tingin mo ay hindi mo na kaya, magsabi ka lang. Kaming bahala sa iyo," naalala kong sabi ni Jem.
"Kaibigan mo kami. Huwag kang mahiyang magkuwento sa amin. Promise, makikinig kami," pag-aalo sa akin noon ni Jinky.
"Hindi lang ikaw ang may pinakamabigat na suliranin sa mundo, Igan. May mas mabigat pa sa pinagdaraanan mo. Tiwala lang na makakayanan mo ang lahat," kumpiyansa namang wika ni Kuya Ryan.
"Kalimutan mo ang mga bagay na nagpapadagdag lang ng kalungkutan diyan sa puso mo. Tandaan mo, ang Diyos ay laging nakaakbay sa iyo. Nandito ako. Narito kaming mga kaibigan mo. Tutulungan ka naming bumangon," nakangiting saad ni Charm.
"Huwag ka na ulit magtangkang magpakalunod sa dagat ha? Kapag ginawa mo ulit iyon, kami na ang lulunod sa iyo. Ha-ha. Biro lang. Lakasan mo ang loob mo. Hindi ka nag-iisa," ang loko-lokong wika ni Otep.
Sa tuwing maalala ko ang mga kataga at salitang galing sa mga tunay kong kaibigan, panatag palagi ang loob ko na hindi ko na uulitin ang nangyaring iyon sa buhay ko. Papahalagahan ko ang hiram na buhay na ipinagkaloob sa akin ng Maykapal. Gagawin ko ang lahat upang maging masaya.
Narito ako ngayon sa Manila Bay at naglalakad-lakad. Gusto ko lang sariwain ang mga alaalang naging tulay noon upang pahalagahan ang buhay ko ngayon. Hindi man lamang ako nakapagpasalamat sa taong sumaway sa akin noon. Kung may pagkakataong makita ko man siya ay taos-puso akong magpapasalamat sa kaniya.
Pinagmasdan ko ang karagatan. Wala pang isang minuto akong naroon ay may nahagip ng mga mata ako ang isang babae na dumaan sa harapan ko. Patungo siya sa mabatong bahagi. Tila wala siya sa kaniyang sarili.
Nilingon ko ang paligid. Wala man lamang nakapansin sa kaniya. At wala ngang masyadong tao na naroon nang mga oras na iyon.
Mukhang magpapakamatay yata siya. Alam ko ang eksenang ito. Kung dati ako ang nasa posisyon niya, ngayon naman ay ang babaeng ito. At dahil ayokong may mangyaring masama sa kaniya, ako naman ngayon ang gagawa ng paraan para matulungan siya.
"Miss, magpapakamatay ka ba?" hindi niya ako nilingon.
"Magpapakamatay ka nga. Sigurado ka na ba sa gagawin mo?" lumingon siya sa akin at kitang-kita ko ang luhaan niyang mukha.
"Alam ba ng pamilya mo ang gagawin mo? Alam mo ba ang mararamdaman ng ina at ama mo kapag nawala ka? Sa tingin mo ba ay tama ang gagawin mo?" nakita kong napabuntong-hininga siya na tila nag-iisip sa mga ibinabatong tanong ko.
"Napagdaanan ko na rin iyan at diyan din mismo sa mga batong iyan ako dapat na magpapakamatay. Pero... hindi ko itinuloy. Alam mo ba kung bakit?" tumingin siya sa gawi ko at nagtama ang aming paningin. Parehong nangungusap.
"Ba-bakit?" nauutal niyang tanong sa akin.
"Bakit? Dahil wala tayong karapatang wakasan ang buhay na ipinagkaloob sa atin ng Maykapal. Ang buhay natin ay mahalaga. Sana maisip mo iyon. Hindi pa huli ang lahat para itama ang mga bagay na sa tingin mo ay mali o nagawa mo. Hiram lamang ang buhay natin. Magtiwala ka, Miss. Mahal tayo ng Panginoon. Mahal niya ang buhay natin. At alam kong mahal mo rin ang buhay mo," iyon ang mga huling katagang binitiwan ko saka ako tumalikod sa kaniya.
Hindi pa man ako nakakahakbang ay narinig kong tinawag niya ako. At nang lumingon ako ay bigla na lamang niya akong niyakap.
****
Ang pangalan niya ay Yssa at siya lang naman ang babaeng tinulungan ko tatlong buwan na ang nakararaan. Siya lang naman ngayon ang kasintahan ko. Pareho kaming nagtangkang wakasan ang aming buhay, ngunit pareho din naming napagtantong hiram lamang ito at dapat na mahalin namin. Sinong mag-aakala na kami ang magkakatuluyan sa huli?
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
I am happier than you,
don't take it personal,
but it's true.
My life has direction,
yours,
does not.
You,
bully for fun,
lie to get attention,
create false personality traits,
to appeal to others.
I,
go out of my way,
shower my loved ones with
love,
praise,
and gifts.
I,
show my true colors.
I,
don't hide my flaws.
That's how to be happy.
Make others love the
real
you.
And hopefully,
you learn how to.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
maybe if i look real close
maybe your reality may shine
someone once said you give
only to take back
they say isolation is a sin
well i find pleasure everywhere
It be boring just to state
all the facts i find so true
no one ever will be impressed
by the fame of such a fool
we are born so we can live
so we can die
...
so we can LOVE
we are here for such a journey
a journey we may LOVE
to bring joy in overflowing happines
a different purpose for everyone
intentions are so important
what separates the good from the bad?
all in all i could just ramble
for hours without end
i could feel just like a wisdom
like a wisdom of a million years
but there is nothing more important
than a message well portrayed
let me find a way to express it
let me leave with no real pain
Because everything is simple if you believe in only LOVE
in my ideal and perception the only thing that exists is
LOVE
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Little Flower.
A blooming flower
So pretty and bright
It has took me my
Surprise such a
Pretty bright yellow
Flower outside
The garden has
Brought a smile on
My face I've not smiled
In months my heart
Feels a warmth a sudden
Warm feeling inside my heart
It's taken my breath away
Such a beautiful bright
Yellow amazing flower
Has made my heart smile
O such a pretty little flower
You have touched my
Heart and made me feel
Whole again I'm so
Proud of you little bright
Flower you have made
My heart saddened heart
Shine and I'll always
Remember this moment
You'll always be my
Pretty little flower.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
I woke up, bitter.
Trapped in regret
and lost in despair.
I can't think right.
I wonder where
all the good times went.
"Could you crack me a smile,"
she said, with eyes
like a whirlwind,
drawing me in.
I'm intrigued,
but I'm just
not happy anymore.
Thinking back to
summer days.
Getting back to
my old ways.
Seeing the smiles
in my mind only
bring me tears
this time.
Who am I to judge?
Who are you to
drink my blood
and eat my flesh?
I'm no saviour.
Though I've been
crucified for your pain
and for your pleasure.
I'm twisted up
on the inside.
So trapped in my
thoughts that I've
lost my mind.
I'm blind
and I can't see
the end of this
tunnel of misery.
All I have is questions
and the answers are
lost somewhere on
the tip of my tongue.
I can't breathe,
the air is too thick.
Life's smoke cloud
has finally choked
the hope right out of me.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
I listened to the sounds of a nights life as it was on truest display.
On yet another dead end night.
No deadlines, no friends to annoy, no voices to echo shattered thoughts together.
Long since had the audience grown cold and I simply deaf to their presence nothing drowns an ego worse than the reality's of a distant storm.
I listened like a ghost story.
A child's fears matched only by the amazement of what never could be and the night kept rhythm with my soul as emptiness washed the troubles aside for now .
Sometimes nothing.
Holds you closer than any lover shall.
We are lost to our thoughts and me just lost for the sake of being gone.
I enjoy my distance now the wolves can call but no longer do I feel the burden to run .
Nothing is as peaceful as knowing the hand doesn't have to yearn for the pen.
Simply let the thoughts go as they linger in seconds my hours were never wasted .
For what never was could never be lost.
Time tells me I'm done .
And the night simply speaks to me in gentle whisper of darkness .
Be bound not by shackles for now you are free .
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
It's 2 AM and all I want
is to be embraced by you
it's the same as
three days ago
at 9 pm
or last week
at dawn
It's the same as every hour,
every minute,
every second
since I've met you.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC