"happieness" poems
a friend of mine asked me if i smoked
a past that i had long forgotten
it reminded me of the hollow friendship
the reasons id find just to burn up
just to forget the bitter reality for a min or five
but the friends were forgotten and so was the habit
yeah it does make me nostalgic
but no i wouldnt go back
it didnt bring me any happieness
nop wont go back
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 7:28 AM UTC
If you love me
I will be the most loyal companion.
If you love me
I will hold you forever
Each kiss will hold meaning
And each "i love you" will be sincere
If you love me
I will lay down my life for you
I will give you everything i got.
My time will be yours
My life will be yours.
If you love me
I will give everything to ensure your happieness.
If you love me
I will stand for you
I will comfort you with every piece of love i have
If you love me
I will be kind and loving
Caring and apologetic
If you love me
I will be forever.
If you love me
I will grab the moon
Wrangle all the stars together
And fit them into a snow globe.
All for you.
If you will allow me to love you
we will be unstoppable
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
Life, the pursuit of happiness.
Some will go insane trying to fine this "happiness".
They say its just a chemical in balance in your brain,
"Here pop some pills, tell yourself you're happy!"
But what if somewhere along the way we forgot what happy was.
How can we pursue something when we have no idea where to find it, how it feels, what it looks like.
Everyday we'll wake up and place a twinkle in our eyes, a 1000 watt smile on our faces so that those around us don't know.
So that even though the chemical imbalance is there,
And even though we don't know what it feels like, the others around us can go on finding their happienss , forgetting about any of our troubles.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
this moment music plays
this moment we dance
this moment you whisper lyrics in my ear
this moment i feel happieness explode within me
this moment a stone lodges its way into my throat
this moment a warm tear forms in the corner of my eye
this moment we both know we will never be excepted
this moment we will always have
this moment when everything in the world is good
this moment when societies opinion doesnt matter
this moment when eachother is all we have
this moment when we both know how the other feels
this moment when i realise ill never truley be over you
this moment when i realise you are the reason i live the reason i get up in the morning
this moment when i realise we can never truley be together and never truley be with one another forever.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 10:33 AM UTC
Im waiting for the sting.
For the gunshot that ends me.
Im waiting for you to give up on me.
Im scared that
In the midst of my happieness
You will come forth and mention your upmost sadness.
Im afraid you are gonna hurt me
(yes, guys get hurt and remember it too)
Im waiting for you to realize what a ****** i am.
I wait for the day you find someone better.
And though you tell me im the one,
I still have nightmares of abandonment.
Its not your fault.
Maybe i should just believe in love,
in you
But im scared
Cause ive put my faith in places before,
and was met with overwhelmong dissapointment
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
Sigh
I wish he was here
Sigh
He won't leave I fear
Sigh
You wont believe what was said
Sigh
It's easy to slander the dead
Sigh
What it is to be warm
Sigh
To feel without scorn
Sigh
The need to be safe
Sigh
An embrace that chafes
Sigh
Where are we now
Sigh
No feilds to plow
Sigh
Wrap yours arms around me
Sigh
We'll be what we want to be
Laugh
Happieness, a piece
Laugh
Freedom of release
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
my tears filled eyes poor like falling rain
nothing in this world compares to my pain
my ability to feel happieness has died
now im dark and cold inside
piece by piece my heart has shattered
my body bruised and battered
these scars upon my stomache, legs and wrists
are all my problems in a neat tidy list
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 3:31 PM UTC
Charlie and Jasmine fell in love at first sight
They did everything together until the dead of night
After dinner they went in the living room to dance
Laughing and smiling while trying to hold hands
They were both in each others arms by the end of the song
They stayed that way until the early morn
Charlie and Jasmine were so meant to be
He opened a small box as he knelt on one knee
When jasmine looked and saw the beautiful ring
She said i do before he asked what will it be
He jump to his feet and gave her a kiss
Now there together forever with happieness and bliss
Charlie and Jasmine lived a long happy life
They always held hands and smiled until the time had sailed by
As they died together they smiled and held on tight
Then they souls went together to spend forever in blissful light
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
Mind, Soul lost by the unsueing reality of deception
Bewildered, by change, unable to forget, forgiving's only inches from the pain
Strange trees seen in in this forest of lies, unable to see
What is real, and who will be real with this man's unbrageous heart
Knowing only who betrayed, blinded by who loved him once
Times are gone, for healing
Times for change swifty seize, a man's hope for redemption,
Light is seen through the darkness, sanguineness is in view now, for this betrayed soul
Grab hold, never let go
For fear of no return, to plummet in a perpetual state of disatifactory,
The man just wishes for happieness in a pernicious world
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
Prepare yourself,
this gets interesting
Have you ever imagined how a hanging body sways.
Back and forth
A human pendulum
The physics between each swing.
The noose,
The body
potential to kinetic energy
Over
And over
And over.
welcome
To the dark side of my brain,
The dark side of my art we call poetry.
This is the side not many see.
Because this side of me craves a bullet between my eyes,
My delicate blood to be splattered as artwork.
This is the raw side of me.
That i dont show people
This is terrible you could be thinking
Or...
You could be thinking
ive heard worse
And maybe so
But nothing is worse to me than wishing for ******* death,
Rather than looking at a ******* abuser one last ****** time!
ive had enough
And
I know im crazy.
But every human snaps...
Kind of like the time he snapped my arm
a slight pop
And
Ouch
A world of pain.
But stop,
And you could be thinking...
*now what the actual **** am i reading*
Allow me.
You are reading a lonely 15 year old boy's crazy side.
A side he can easily hide,
But has decided not too.
This is the thought of letting my inner self free just once
Letting my suicide revolver speak only in poetry just once
No,
If you actually care
Dont worry about me.
Im fine.
Im not gonna guzzle bleach
Pop a bullet
Or go for a physics lesson.
Nope im gonna keep living
And writing *crazy **** like this.
Let my imagination, though dark it may be, run for a bit.
Heres the truth.
We all have a bit of this side in us.
We all have those thoughts.
Those whispers.
And i resist them, yes.
Because truth is,
its my inner brilliance
The fact that i let myself ease in to the darkness,
But refuse to let it controll me...
Its a true gift.
And i hide it
Behind a thin veil of happieness.
Because in the end,
Only a true lover can make these thoughts mend.
(Wait what the **** Is this a **** love poem)
Ha!
Nope.
Well maybe a bit
Its just me
An average guy
Telling you,
Im lonely
Depressed
Insecure.
And i hope there is someone
To come with me
To be with me
To love me
To hold me
To make me feel whole again.
do you believe someone could love such a wreched person like me?
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
Happieness is to be everything at once
But how do you expect to find Happieness if you don't know what it feels like
How are you to find something when you don't know what your looking for
Happieness used to get getting out and spending time with friends
To be happy I only had to be myself
Happieness used to come so easy
Optimism used to be my way of life
I'd look forward to everything to only have it come crashing down on me
Pessimism is how I live now, I don't have to ex pect anything positive to happen and when something good dose happen its a bonus
Now a days to be happy nothing majorly bad has to happen
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
Thats the moddo of the broken,
we live for the happieness of others
Because we have giving up on living for our own..
-Leon Firemane
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
You
Search for it
Strive for it
Long for it
Then
Watch it
slip
Through
your fingers
The moment
you
obtain it
Let it go
Stop
chasing it
Happieness
Will find
you
When you
find
Yourself
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
love is a sweet and beautiful flower filled with nector.
It has its danger sometimes you can get stung by the
bee of loves anger and hard times,it hurts for a few
days then goes away. danger also lerks in the aroma
of attatchment. Drink the sweet nector of love it goes
right for the heart. It can cause Intense pleasure and
happieness but can also cause the most pain a person can
go threw.
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 1:11 AM UTC
even when I accomplish,
things worthy of your praise,
your acceptance,
your love,
my battered heart,
gets beaten down,
my success gets thrown far afield,
because you can't be happy for me,
or accept me,
for the intelligent young women I have become,
to you I’m still the nieve child,
who didn’t learn from your mistakes,
like you wished I had,
Instead I took all your regrets ,
and ran to the ocean,
blue as my soul,
you watched in silent pain,
and a muddled mind,
as they fell from my hand,
because believe me mom,
your just playing pretend,
if you really think my life,
will be sin of flaws,
a perfect child,
for you to put pressure upon,
I try my hardest,
yet I’m just a faux pas,
i act to please you,
but nothing i do,
will ever bring joy to your face,
because in the end i was a giant mistake,
who took happieness from your life,
thats why you take it from mine,
and why in this family,
my insanity wavers on borderline,
between deranged and trying to survive,
yet , you laugh and you smile like everyone else,
but i see your mask,
do you see mine?
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
Everybody want happiness,
nobody wants pain
But you cant have a rainbow,
without a little rain.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 9:05 PM UTC
With every smile on our faces',
there you laugh.
With every ounce hope in our eyes',
there you stand
with your arms crossed
shaking your head.
If Happieness is crime in your presence
then i will destroy your world.
I will the break the cycle
even if i loose my humanity,
I Will **** You
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
human behaviour besicaly we cought to know evry thing but there are some point which is indivisiualy hide from us, here i am to inform that points ,,,,,
1- if we want to get sucess over the world then we have to be a perfect on to setup becouse sucess is to be need honest nd pation to a man,
2-it is said that when our heart beaten then is only behalf of some one is liking prson is front of us,but there are one reason behind that small truth that our heart is work with our eyes when we look some one which one we love or like our blood cerculation has been run fast nd heart working fast thats why is happing ,on the other hand it is also a truth that we look some one we dont lyk or love our heart would be beaten more fast at the same time,.. its rediculas but fact,,,
3-if u want share ur happieness than u have to be sprate the happieness ,nd if u want to be happy than before u made sure to make a smile to some one which need happiness,,
4-its said that ur pain could understand by who tolrated it,but i said own pain said to which person who had never tolrate it becouse ur shared ur pain experinced nd other one shred thier happieness experience,both things are xchenge becouse u got to know the real happiness nd fornt of ur got to know the real pain ,,share ur feeling with contrast feeling person ,do it trust me its amazing xperience..
5-our mind always observerd which things those our wanting to observerd nd the thing is the another unwanted observattion has been dissiperasd from the unconsious mind ,becouse mind and both are work with opposite direction,heart goes only which things that we love by us nd mind always goes with perfect which observed perfection ,,
6-there are the points of success,one is, god is always with me and second is, i am the best nd the last third is ,dont give up wather whatevr is situation is front of us, feel confident nd be honest,,
7-it happen that,when we do love someone or hate to someone than it possible to the same feeling for u becouse if we love someone than it is nessacery ***** loves u as well
8- Never give-up if someone humilating u becouse every person has been strong that kind of humilating,its gives us some energetic power to fought with sucesses of life.
9-sucesses has been comes to us as slinking and spread lots of happiness :) :) so we has to be patince and do hard work..
10-it is said that a man can do everything and that is 100% truth but for that we know the depth knowlege for the man"s capacity ...a man can do which things that he realy want to do not get only fun way.....but if man decide to get victory he must be dedicate his fully enargy his passion.....
so guyz thats the life 's fact which is unkown for us,,,,,,
Kritika dubey.....
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
*the sun shines
birds sing
flowers raise there heads to the heavens
the long grass sways in the blissful wind
the sky goes dark
drip drip drip
the sun is gone
birds hide
the flowers begin to frown
everything is black
everything is dark
the grass the flowers are all gone
in its place is a fen of darkness
a fen of hate and shallow graves
i watch the ones i love faces appear in the hidden crypts
i hear their screams of agony
the happieness is gone
hate now in place*
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 9:22 AM UTC
For words i can not speak, my life why should i keep?
Happieness and grace have left there usual place,
Now hiding behind my face, all i feel is numb and dumb.
I love you til death shall take my last breathe, but for now i hide along with my pride.
Sorry if i ever lied, but you treat me like dust then all i have left is "lust"
My dying heart makes us part
Eyes tightly shut, why do i miss out on love?
For my prince has not come left to wait with only one mate
A true friend not just a passing trend.
Who knows when it will be the end
But til then all i can do is pretend
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
There is a time and a day
For everyone to shine.
Whens mine?
When will someone take a look at
Who i am.
See
I wish this world was different.
Less talk and more look.
Because people like me take the end of the stick.
Starving ourselves to match your definition of perfection.
Molding ourselves from what we see
And not by what we feel.
The world really is a ****** up place.
Everythings a race.
Who will blow up next.
See,
I dont want to shine too bright
But someday
I want to prove that
everyone is great.
There is something to love about every single person who exists.
everyone
Society is so focused on negativity.
On drama.
But what hasnt been ventured is
Focusing on kindness.
Negativity is ugly
So hurtful.
Especially when it seems like everyone has something to say.
So what do you say?
Nothing negative i hope
Because as you are reading this,
I am speaking to you
Maybe you are thinking
Whatever
You dont know anything.
But i know some things.
And i know that everyone has something to love about themselves.
Find yours.
What is it?
Its time to start thinking
About a little
(rather big thing)
Called happieness
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
I am a fire.
A mighty fire.
I burn on passion.
You bring me hell.
Hell,
a fire pit of eternal pain.
You bring me a passion that hurts more than any other ****** up lie i have been lead to believe.
Love.
Joy.
Happieness.
Wanting.
Care.
A willingness to sacrifice everything to see you smile.
- The definition of passion.
You give it to me in over doses.
I love you.
So god **** much.
I hate this passion.
Because i am nobody to you.
Just another guy.
Another relationship.
Another "love of my life."
Another ******* lie.
Just a guy from the past.
Living in lost time.
Reminicing to a place Where he felt cared for.
Where he felt that passion.
Passion.
A beast to conquer all.
Brought down by the smallest of things.
Brought down by lies.
My fire is brighter then ever with you.
I love it.
Your touch burns down clouds.
Your absence brings the fire men.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I don't love you.
Just the love you gave me.
Just your passion.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
You little wise words jotted on scrambled paper
A moment's thought
Captured with sentences
Phrases perfected in rhyme n rythm
Telling emotions and pains
The ball runs on the field
Leaving prints of emotions to yield
Love, hate, anger, happieness on print they are sealed
Layer by layer feelings are reviled
Like onion each layer is pealed
In the strength of the ball stories are told.
In the resistance of the field feeling are shared
On the paper emotions are inked
This ink
Yes this ink keeps spewing what's in my heart and mind
This ink keeps bringing the past from behind
In narrow lines of sentences
The universe judges what the sentence is
Rhythm and pain
Rhyme and reason
What began as a grain
Has grown in its season
I give honor to this journal for it knows all my pains more than anyone else
I jot down every single event that took place when life kicked me down
All thanks to the ink and paper I picked myself up and dusted it off
It's now that I can say
This ink and paper is my bestfriend
For it has been with me through thick and thin
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC
When the sun goes down,
I'll end up loving you anyways,
So leave.
Let me forget you.
Move on.
I can't handle it.
I want to be happy,
But the everyday hurt,
It will not allow happieness.
Nothing ever does.
I need to let you go.
And if I don't,
The sun will go down,
And I'll end up loving you anyways.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
The death of a poet is the death of words left unsaid.
Words that could be beautifully carved into an orchestra of pain, sadness,happieness and a whirlpool of emotions.
The death of a poet is tragic.
As words that people hope to find end up not reaching them because words could not unfold themselves, they could not evolve from just mere emotions and ideas.
Instead they stay boxed up in the mind of the dead.
The death of a poet is tragic.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC