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happiness...is everything. Happiness isnt based on money and sometimes not even on what you're doing. Its about who your with.
its about living with no regrets
And realising that a bad thing will last a few months, so who cares if he doesnt ask you out? who cares what your parents catch doing with the one who does? and who cares what anyone says about you.
Happiness is taking a risk
and it pays off
and even if it doesnt
another oppurtunity presents itself.
happiness is staying up all night with your frends.
happiness is water fights on late summer evenings.
happiness is love....lust only gives moments of happiness to the fact you cant believe you have that person...love leaves you eternally in wonder of how you ended up feeling so right.
happiness is being with your friends and wearing crazy *** hats in public
happiness is seeing a familiar face in nevr ending sea of lies.
happiness is no homework
happiness is having tickle fights with the one you love
happiness is lying in the sun looking at the clouds
happiness is doing wat you want to do
happiness is helping one another
happiness if giving all of you no matter how much you recieve in return
happiness is being able to speak your mind
happiness is knowing you have earnt all the praise you get and being able to say thank you...not going red, studying your shoelaces and bringing yourself down
happiness is confidence
happiness is working hard for something
happiness is being wateva you want and not caring what anyone says...you only get to live once..you will nevr live it down if you're on your deathbed and you realise that you've spent your whole life being what everyone else wanted you to be. living a lie
happiness is finding out who you are
happiness is coming home and your parents ask you how your day was...evn if u jst grunt back
happiness is singing in the shower as loud as you can...i mean showers hav that magical power that means no-one else can hear you...rite?
happiness is not being afraid to say someone is hot...it makes u all giggly...saying someone is good looking doesnt neccessarily mean you want them
happiness is feeling safe
happiness is feeling wanted
happiness is feeling at peace with yourself
happiness is feeling that someone always has your back
happiness is when something isnt funny..but your so happy to see someone that u cant stop smiling
happiness is that one thing you can nevr really express to someone...its like a drug, it makes you do crazy things...its make you feel ontop of the world.
this made me happy knowing that peopl will read this and feel happy
it made me happy because i made a good attempt to describe something that can nevr be completely decribed.

happiness is the one thing that keeps you going when you're like the single flowers whose colours hav turned to shades of grey

i cant explain this happiness
Parikshit Murria Jun 2015
You Wrote this for someone...bt u earned it too..
You are doing d same..what he did wid u..
Somebody choped you heart...u killed me too,
Even i hate myself for loving u a lot.
Wish i could understnd what you always thought..
i gave you my heart my soul
Evn u left me with this emptiness like a black hole   

I loved once...i told you what i feel...
i thought you have d same....one day you will reveal..
That best moments of us still makes me smile..
you ended up things just in a while....!
Its Your turn to tell whose gona handle its Bleeding Blue..
Evn i wont love sum1 my feelings were ****** true..

i thought you as a soulmate,Wished a lyf with you
you killed me at every moment...as it happend with you...
You threw me out of ur life...wat abt my heart n ur mind
Now YOU tell me the place..where peace i'll find..
I wil pretend to laugh whole day but only my pillow know how much i weep..
With this dead heavyheart...i can't even sleep..

I was also innocent i just loved you like anything...
You sweared on me..you want to feel nothing...
You get irritated at each n every talk of mine...
and Sitting with other's you are laughing n more thn fine

You dnt want even 5 mins of your journey with me to spend
Now Strangers in bus are better thn dis so called friend..
Its not your fault....you dnt have to defend
you cared for sometime...and now leaving, that is the World's trend..
It's not all that hard, it's so easy to learn,
Each and every one of these simple rules.
You see, I'm not even American,
But not even us Mexicans are such fools.

I know this language like I know myself,
I never laid hand on the shelf,
Where everyone placed their literature books,
Just to drop it for looks.

It's easy to remember,
Why can't you see,
English is so easy,
Or is it just me?

No.
That wouldn't make sense.
Spanish was my first language.
Yet I've come to know English better than my native tongue.

You're not North American, British, or Australian?
Alright whatever, I'll let it slide.
But really, born and raised here?
Come on, it's a free ride.

Deosnt it btoher you taht erevy wrod is speled rong?
Notice can't that you is order your wrong?
Proud to be an American, it isn't really saying much.
Cuz it lik jus syin I cn bearle evn speek such.

Yes, I think you're stupid, every time you spell wrong,
Because it's so easy to fix even a word that is long.
It makes me wonder wether your autocorrect's off?
Because that simple thing, knows each time that you're off.

Is it really so hard to put in that one vowel,
Or put in the consonant so your spelling's not foul.
Or correct the double-negative, you know it's not true,
It's easy to do, just proofread right through.

We all have the ability needed learn,
Yet it seems your ability's been placed in an urn.
You've got a big brain, so why don't you use it?
Trust me, I know, you shouldn't abuse it.

If you have pride in nothing else,
That's fine,
But it's good to have pride in the fact that you know,
YOUR LANGUAGE.
Be proud that you can communicate well,
Be proud that even the nerdiest of nerds can't use words you won't understand,
Be proud that you know how to use correct punctuation,
Be proud to know where "ph", "gh", "ou", "eau" and the silent "t" are used,
Be proud to know which words comes first, and which one comes last,
Be proud to know English, you can learn it all fast,
Be proud to know the art of words,
The art so many ancient cultures knew,
The ancient Japanese, and Romans, and even the French,
Yet America has forgotten how to use words.
Be proud to be a leader of the generation in the USA,
The generation that brings back knowing our own tongue,
So that foreigners who come don't know us better than us.
Be proud to know the beauty of language.
It really bothers me, it almost ****** me off, how much people seem to go out of their way to not learn their own language. People can compose great poems, but if you can't spell, or if the order's all wrong, your poem begins to lose its meaning and artistic value, it doesn't even make sense anymore.
billy phang Oct 2014
Oooh beatiful  girl ma diamond  ..u a my wifi  coz i feel connections between me ad u...u a very extra hot like a hot  Nandos peri peri chicken tht  i hv  8tn.<3:-);-) i see u evn u are not thr.u make me  feel so high tht i could talk to rain ............,,,,,,,,,but i will make sure tht if u  dnt acept me i will tell ma parents
#she fainted
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
The sweet smooth music plays, setting a tantalizing atmosphere that somehow says I am the master and you will enjoy tonight
The band playing the music seem plastic yet at the same time vibrant with restrained energy. Energy that , like blood, seeps into the people in the room yet not into the music that is being created. The music does not need the energy because it has a power all on its own. The people dancing enthusiastically look satisfied. They look to be having an extravagant time. Everyone is smiling. Everyone is happy? No? Look deeper. If you focus intensly, you can see the signs: a mouth twitching, a hand hesitating as it reaches for a glass, a foot jerking to its position in the dance it is performing. If you look even deeper there are signs of the desperate lust to escape: a shorter than usual skirt, a scar on a wrist, a ciggarette in a hand, a bruised neck. And I can see these signs so effortlessly.  If these people could come evn close to comprehending intelligence they would call it a gift. This is not a gift ....... only a burden I bear and as I look to the others who have the ability I see them hanging. All of them. Hanging from rafters I cannot reach understand or comprehend........  I look at my rafter and deep inside me I feel the perverted need the grotesque want to find those other rafters so I drop the rope and push the chair away and I stare.... stare aimlessly at the mindless zombies that smile fake smiles.
A metaphor of me in comparison to society. The rafters represent knowledge
KISS Jul 2016
Faking a smile is the hardest thing ever faking a laugh is a little bit harder faking the pain that is hidden in my eyes is impossible if someone just looked and I  mean actually looked they could tell that the pain in my eyes is the pain that I feel I know they would think I just want some attention but to be honest I don't why would I have been faking. So Noone found out so then when they found out they thought I wanted attention no I'm faking it all cause I'm the one to pick up that person and keep them on moving evn though they don't notice I try my best to be the nice person but I'm not faking it all for attention I'm faking it all because if someone actually knew my weakness then what would people think that I'm lost in despair and that I'm actually nothing or that I'm really faking because of everyone else because I'm supposed to be strong and brave I'm the oldest of my friends and my family (even though I'm only 13 ) I want someone to talk to who does not look at me like they are reading a book I want someone to talk to who really understands that I'm actually lost lonely and sad and very depressed
Noone cares about what I do or say only if it is them and if I did tell them it just comes back to actually haunt me ...
Ishshita Chanda Apr 2014
Looking up in the mirror,
my cheeks look lyk a fresh red plum in shy,
as i see myself through d eyes of urs,

In the troops of million,
i finally saw u,
whn our eyes met,
the whole world bcme still,
evn the sky seemed to be shinning in our love,

Holding the hand,of each other,
seemed we were in the garden of heaven,
lyk prince n princess,walking in garden  laid wid roses & angels showering the rain of roses,
everyone was rejocying in our love,

But u had to go,
everythng vanished ,only tears were left,
sky agn turned grey,
u left me in a hope ,
u will come agn forevr,


I m waiting for the last winter agn..........
hlakaniphile Jan 2015
Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever going to be fine.
I look at happy people and go like is that real I just don't believe in it.
Dissapointments
Heartbreaks
Betrayal
Lies
Is all I ever got from people.
How do I move on ?
How do I go futher ?
I don't think I will.
I feel a thousand miles from happiness.

I sometimes wanna just open my heart love someone but I can't.
I once gave someone that information of how I felt about them I was left on the cold hard ground.
I'm just lost feeling like its never going to get better.
Tears day after day.
Fake smiles day after day.
Anger is all I carry day after day

There is just this big hole in my soul that seems to get bigger everyday.
And no mater how much I cry.
No mater how much I listen to sad music.
No mater how much I cut myself.
No mater how much I sleep.
It doesn't seem to get filled.

I laugh sometimes but during the laugh I start to cry because I know I'm laughing at my own life its one big joke.
Its a dance that walks a song that speaks.
How does one live a life she hates.
I look at my self in the miRror and say I'm goin be fine but I can see through my eyes I dnt evn mean it.
I just feel a thousand miles from happiness
#happiness #sadness #fakesmiles #broken #tears #hurt #pretending #hate #fear2love
Maegan Sep 2012
I want you to have something to remember me by,
When photos fade and memories leave,
Not what poeple shaped me to be,
NO, me, just plain me,
The me that liked going to the movies with friends,
The me that talked to you when i couldn't talk to others,
The me that loved sharing secrets,
The me that saw life form a different perspective,
The me that cherished every day that came,
The me that loved writning poems,
And more importantly the me that you knew,
So I'm writning this for you,
So you'll have something to remember me by,
When photos fade and memories leave,
Don't forget that there will always be our friendship,
So if you need me you'll know I'll always be there evn when I'm not.

written by maegan cattermull
I wrote this poem for all my friends to show that I'll miss them sooo much next year when i go to high school.
nvinn fonia Apr 2019
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Sie Feb 2016
Honestly I'm done trying to get somebody to love me
You have hurt me beyond imaginable
I have cried myself to sleep every night for the past week and a half
There are times when I'm sobbing and the only thing I can think of is you
How you smiledd when you saw me
They way you hugged me
How my name sounded on your lips
You always said you loved my smile and now I can't even smile
The jokes you cracked
How you tried to get me to stop chain smoking cigarettes
I remember when I had a complete breakdown and was drunk in the abandon theater breaking **** and nobody could calm me down and all you did was come an hug me and I started to breathe
Now you look at her
Not me
You can't evn talk to me
No matter how angry I am
I still sit in class quite and fiddle with the ring you gave me
You want it back
I don't know if I can give it back with crying
It's the last thing I physically have of you
All I would have left is the memories
And the small things I notice that made me fall in love with you
Breakups hurt way to much to be worth falling for someone
nvinn fonia Dec 2016
18
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wt i was
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on my side

Ausual-revival
Arendition again  again
and
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and whatever moreover all oveer the leftovers
rose swells . fine
memoona kazmi Jul 2019
I'll love you
Even if the whole sky melts
To the blue water in the oceans,

I'll love you
Even if the whole world
Stands against us

I'll love you
Even if the golden sun
Burns to ashes the woods we lived in,

I'll love you
Evn if you keep on saying
That you dont

I'll love you
ALWAYS.....
nvinn fonia Dec 2016
8
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from
wt i was
endless
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knots what for/ door to door
tropic


day/&night; /
\
i was
i would

on my side

Ausual-revival
Arendition again  again
and
lifee-like
-ride
and whatever moreover all oveer the leftovers
rose swells . fine
nvinn fonia Jan 17
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,bespoken// man off the hour Onegin \Gerianne- ,,twitches  .Onegin \Onegin \Gerianne-
astute,!!! many many-floors up, piping- cleaning,every quarter the clouds/masquerade ,this is cat__
to,,, through ,,through,,n,moved, a-blue,, temple a bloom,a ,temple a rook a trek a stoop now
Buddha, a simpleton/buddah geriane
evn more, man , means  pristine,adhoc ,reminisce wt i was wt wht wht ever i was
end-knot, end knot yet waas itt it was probable most likely

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