#happyend
The fulfillment of a wish
is a brief happiness
a happy ending
if you then die
or make a start, on something new
a next phase or a next step
For a lasting Happy End, the hereafter
has been invented
and the comfort
you derive from descendants
with the added thought that later, some day
everything will be fine
That's how it goes
without a realistic view
of universal happiness
and without the rush of an illusion
you may learn
to go with the flow
that concludes nothing
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 2:37 AM UTC
I'm standing at the roof of the school, looking out toward the sky.
All the clouds here are grey, as usual. The same mundane, and dull weather that always appears in this town.
Looking down, at the pavement below, I make my choice. As I jump off the roof, the wind blowing against my body as I fall to the ground.
Only to stop in the air, and float along with the wind, unable to understand what's happening, I float in an awed silence, becoming alike the wind, gentle, and flowing, moving blissfully through the air, only to come to my senses, once I notice that I'm far away from the school now.
I'm hovering over a grassy field, and I slowly start to ease downward to the ground, feeling my socks press against the ground, a cold sensation moving through my feet, and into my legs.
I smile softly, walking through the field, and laughing as I brush my hands against the grass, breaking into a small run, moving in any direction I want, taking in the natural beauty of the field, before I come across a clearing.
Curious, I slowly walk toward the feeling, my mouth agape in excitment for what I'll find. Only to see a long lost friend standing in the center of the clearing.
My eyes tear up, as I walk toward them.
Is this real?
Are they actually here?
Are my eyes deceiving me?
They look back to see me, the familiar smile I've missed, stuck on their face, as I move close to them, tears further escaping me, as they pull me into an embrace.
This field, is an escape.
There's hope to be had, once again.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
The Dusty Road
The noble man, in filthy velvet vest
At trot and trot, a gallop, gallop quick,
With knee-high boots of softened doe, he wrests
His noble steed, through dusty trails and thick
Of wind, a torrent strong that sweeps and kicks.
The sun, a blazing ship on orange seas,
That casts a sheen on roads as seconds tick,
In lacy shirt, the rider rides through eve
As April's sultry heat and hazy breezes tease.
From neither holy angels nor the hells
Beneath the seas, a glass of water cold
For parched tongue and raspy thirst to quell;
It huffs and puffs, the stallion’s whines, and scolds
And halts. "No trot, without some water cold"
It rasps. No sugar cubes, no bag of groats
Will further tempt the horse from rightful toll;
He gets on foot to amble slow on boots,
A dingy town—an inn to rest and clean his coat.
The Road, a purple ribbon dark in dusk,
And off he sets, his weary foot in town,
His eyes a-twinkle, voice a honeyed husk,
Upon the inn, like jewel shooting down
To last of wooden, sticky chairs around,
Like butterfly, a ***** then flutters close,
And O! how beautiful, like seraph's crown,
Her glossy lips like rose in dewy throes,
Her limpid gaze, a hazel brown, and skin like snow.
With dulcet voice a patient, languid tune,
"Aye, water, brandy, wine or moonshine cold?"
And mesmerizes him into senseless loon,
"My! anything my lady, something bold!"
While tracing thumb against the grain, he drolled,
She twitches behind, her waist a slender eight,
And whispers "Hush those wicked thoughts you hold
For Pa's a surly grump, like scalded cat"
"Dear lady, let me taste thy sighs, as heart elate."
She blushes red, like devil's brimstone spawn
And twists her long and fiery, raven braid,
And bites her lips like apples kissed in dawn,
"Oye Mary! quick o quick, we work a trade!"
She rushes inside, her gaze dismayed,
Like mountain spring, she lies for safety fast,
And brings a moonshine cold, and parchment frayed
"O, I will visit, if thy wish be cast
And trade away my maiden blood tonight at last."
Oh Angela, the careful Angela,
She sits and sews but notices them hide,
Oh, Angela the sweetly Angela,
"Oye Mary! quick o quick, we run a trade!"
To sweetest Mary loud, her gaze dismayed,
"Ah grandma, I do ask of travels bold—"
"Be silent dear, my eyes ain't gone a whit"
"But—" "Listen child or I shall whack your head"
"That boy does know of sweat, Ah, go my silly mads!"
"Ah, go and find a bed for silly boy"
Oh Mary's heart a thud, her eyes so wide,
"And here, some poppy draught in moonshine 'joy"
"Ah grandma....what ....but I.......haven't lied?"
Her grandma arched brows her high, "Not lied?
But I have known of passion, girls, and men"
And took a longer sip from flask and sighed
She took a parchment frayed—"so words him pen
But forget not to claim his heart in trade, amen."
So, Mary huffs and cuffs, and walks around,
Around and round and round in circles small,
"Ah, what to write?" like coil so tightly wound,
With questions big and small, for time she stalls,
"Oh sit! Be still! And I will write it all"
So comes the grumpy, gleaming, bright rescue
Which, Mary read and hotly stood appall,
And Mary spoke "You wicked lady, bless you!
Grandma mince your words a bit! I have a nephew!"
The man then eats a meat-pie piping hot,
He'd rode across and over highwaymen,
Upon the sweltry road at fierce a trot,
And dusty town and dingy tavern when
He met a butterfly beyond a ken.
He strolls beneath a lowly arched way,
Beneath the wooden beams that smell of hen
And drunks and dust and age, in room to lay,
Till tonight's midnight bell, and waited—long await
She comes as sworn like moonshine silent, soft,
And CLICK, the door unfurls like thunder strike,
In moonlit room a spectre pale, aloft,
"Ha, Pa'd a mug of moonshine poppy-spiked!"
She closed the door, she panted all alike,
A smile of mischief, proper goblin kind,
And pining stars with eyes, her balmy side,
Beneath the summer night the lovers twined,
From opal hells and heavens, all else they were blind.
Upon the gusts, and over casement wide,
Sonorous, loud her cries upon so rang,
And radiant her cries so sang like tide
Her skin so soft in sweat that tastes of tang,
Her pounding heart, a drum of fervent song
A thunder storm erupts upon the bed
She's marked beneath her roof by playful fang
"My darling Mary, down this path we head
Oh Mary, sweetest Mary! None shall bring thee dread"
Till dawn, the ostler heard this lovely song,
No hay upon his head would keep it far,
And on and on it went unbroken long,
His sleep was lost, disturbed by all that roar
Of sweetly Mary's scandalous so more,
The grumpy sleepless ostler fed no oats,
The one who made her rise and sigh like shore
And so the horse in hunger, stomped and groaned,
While lovers strong were lost and still so unashamed.
He rose with dawning sun, his body sore,
His chiselled chest in sweat so drenched wet,
He kissed the writhing sheets, she blinked and purred,
"Oh dear, you ride away, how not to fret?"
With ruby flourish, glowing crimson wet
He put upon her beating heart, at breast,
"A forest witch's this artifact beset
A part of mine so I have left thee chest
For I have wars to fight, await my 'turn dearest"
The man when slipping into shoes he thought,
This place was good to settle home and hearth,
To war unknown with fierce their battle hosts,
He had changed so much from night thenceforth,
No longer setting fire to skies and earth,
But once more reach her flaming heart alive,
For longest year and one he battled forth,
Where wounds he took did dim the ruby nigh,
But each of lovely dream that night’s, it brighter shined.
So, Mary waited long, for year and one,
The filthy road, that brought her shining knight
Through sultry noons and wintry moons and suns,
The Road, an orange banner bright in light,
The Road, an onyx ribbon dark in night,
For trot and neigh of stallion and whine,
In autumn morns and vernal dusks like sprite,
Awaiting laugh, for crimson ruby's shine,
Her dearest love's return would be their final twine
The ancient bardess strummed her wooden lute,
"So? Granny please, do continue the tale."
"The tale is done, so run along my newts."
And just then, tavern's kitchen called from veil,
"Oh dearest, please do get some salted kale"
The groaning bardess slowly popped her back
With ruby bright and softened boots of doe,
The cracked and softened boots of doe in deck,
The ancient man in kitchen asked, "Our story back?"
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
i got up this morning
a faded light into my room
i turn my face
you were there
next to me
it wasn'a dream
you are finally my reality
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
goodbye my almost lover
guess we will never discover
discover what could have been
between us two
what we could have win
together, me and you
thought I could be your bae
still thinking about us
at the end of the day
I thought that if we vibe, we vibe
didn’t need words to describe
but I don’t understand
it turned out all different
as than I planned
so goodbye my almost lover
maybe one day we will recover
recover the days we’ve lost
the paths left uncrossed
because life is full of second chances
and I might get a happy end, romantic.
- gio, 01.05.2020
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
a legend.
i was nothing but a legend
i am a window tinted with uncertainties,
a bedtime story falling unto deaf ears,
the invisible ink that dried up a week after your ninth birthday
a ghost hidden under blunt-cut bangs,
i left the day it was decided i wasn't enough because
i left a bad taste in your mouth
rainbows are just an illusion and
no one believes in fairy tales
-- No one speaks to the dead.
and so,
the rooms go overturned,
the ceramic shatters against the floor,
the fable coming to a disastrous ******
there YOU stand
in the eye of the storm
in the belly of the beast
you. see. ghosts.
-- Suddenly, I draw in my first true breath in years.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC