"postivity" poems
The human mind is a miracle,
I'd call it the pinnacle.
Where postivity runs free,
And negativity buzzes like a bee.
Where confidence is rare,
But insecurity appears bare.
Where dissatisfaction is common,
And unhappiness looks like an almond.
Where serenity is easily found,
And everyone is home bound.
Where your darkness thoughts collide,
And your happiest thoughts are tied.
Where your memories are bottled up,
And your bad luck is thrown away in a cup.
Where living seems easy on the surface,
But surviving somehow, became a race.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
d o you want me to leave you so soon?
r eality can be a deadly thing, do you want to leave this dreamworld?
e scaping me can be hard
a nd loving me, even harder.
m aybe we can live in harmony, me & you
i magine the possibilities.
n othing can replace what we have,
g ot that?
i hope you don't take me to
s eriously, it's all just a game, laugh along.
m y oh my,
y ou really are a freak, lighten up ***** it's just a game.
o nly a crybaby would cry over something so small.
n arcissist ***** you think you're actually doing something great?
l ies are all they tell you, don't feed into their stupid postivity.
y ou're only as good as dust.
e ven as you write your pointless poetry hiding that you're
s cared to be alone,
c rying because you have no friends
a nd living up up in your head all day like a god **** idiot.
p lease, give me a break from your madness
e veryone can see you're just as pathetic as me.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
your mind was a kaleidoscope of dreams and misfortunes
you always looked towards postivity when negativity struck
the sky was your hope
the sea was your soul
you were the oxygen all around
you were my umbrella
you saved me from drowning
but you left
and slowly but surely
you turned into my anchor
weighing me down
and down
until i hit the very bottom
and now i am lost
between the surface
and the floor
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
Beginning at the very end,
My life takes a sudden bend.
Tells me it has a secret box,hidden somewhere inside my socks.
To find it i need faith,
and all the hope i have on bate.
I gather whats left of hope.
and tie it with a thick round rope.
making sure of all the lose ends,
nothing on doubt depends.
The thick layer of dust lifts up its head.
to show me positivity sleeping on the bed.
I wake it up and ask his help,
To help me secure my futures belt.
Its looks at me with sleepy eyes,
and asks me why i let all the hope die?
"Now hope will need all the food,
And lock negetivity in the atic to brood.
Only then can I help you make whats left,
And shine the future bright, full of zest."
I coax and cajol postivity with words,
which tickles up the drooping thirst.
Thirst to live life to its fullest
and look at the glass at its fullest*
And hope and pray and dance with chardonnay,
Cheering life ahead all the way!
* Refference to the "Glass half full theory."
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
i will forever be a prisoner,
in this cage,
for my cry for help is nothing but a whisper,
it's as if,
it's as if,
everytime i need someone,
they all disappear,
but yet when my smile,
and postivity comes back,
everyone reappears
just
like
that
.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
In the past where the flowers grow
somebody like you and me would know
In the time of now with today as a frown
someone somehow will bring you down
In the future far & further the decay
struggling & sobbing walking on astray
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
My brain used be charged with postivity
Now since u spoken those words
The chemical balance
Has been damaged
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC