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Sombro Dec 2014
I’ve been told that sadness brings truth
A better understanding of what there is to feel
In order to strip away the comfort our padding brings
That so shields us from what there is
Gives us the idea that all is soft
We must take the pain of peeling away our person
Pulling at our second skin and lamenting as it goes
I’m told that melancholy helps us to know mirth
Helps us to appreciate a smile
Or other such defiance to the darkness
But I can’t be sure
How could we be justified?
How could happiness be our goal
If we go through something so terrible,
So disempowering
A **** of the senses
A death of the self
To reach it?
Were we always to be happy?
Is the answer an extreme?
Why must we peak?
Why may we not plateau,
Reaching a bold, floating indifference to the truth
And the real world?
I would be happy to ride a level river
Never knowing waterfalls
Or water flowing uphill
That is supposedly happiness
The truth can hang
The world can stay away
I don’t want to know you
Not through that anyway.
The title's supposed to be a play on words - happiness and sadness mixed, I'm not calling the poem sappy :)
Andrew Rueter Mar 2018
One day I met a titular telepath
That made me do social math
After I took a brief bubble bath
Underneath his heavy hovercraft
That submerged my brain
Allowing no sign of refrain
Only the pain
Of the stain
Of his Rorschach test
Filling inside my crest

You cast a spell of thought on me
When you walk by so haughtily
I can't think
Only drink
Your Kool-Aid
Of a fool's blade

It should be considered a crime
The way you control my mind
I feel so pointlessly paranoid
And it's not the ****
You travel to an abysmal void
I just follow your lead

I live in a world of mass media
But you cut off my streaming
So I guess I won't be seeing them
And I can focus on dreaming
Of an amazing life starring you
And introducing happiness
I don't care how it's reviewed
The critics negate sappiness

I'm so afraid you will get rid of me
While I sit under your guillotine
That can't reach me in your grasp
But if I ever leave it'll be in half
I'm trapped in a precarious position
That I fear will carry us to collision
I put my ear to the ground and listen
For an approaching stampede
That will steal my cognition
Will those wildebeest thieves
Make a deadly incision?
Britty Bruce Dec 2014
My dear little darling.
You have become my beautiful starling!
They always say love is blind.
But i always have you in my mind.

Words are beautiful.
But they would never compare to you.
Don't look at me like a fool,
But you will always be my joule!

I love you and you should know this.
I look at you always feeling lovely bliss.
You are the moon to my night sky.
I count stars but never forget your cry.

You and me wont be the couple that lasts forever...
We will be that couple that last a forever in eternity!
You, Only you could ever steal my heart.
You my darling rose are the one who will be my start!

Start you make question, Start of Happiness!
I love you my darling!
Be mine sixever, you disintegrate my sappiness.
You are my starling!
Yee for me girlfriend
john Apr 2018
this poem
is written in
the contour
of my
body
to represent what
shoulders against me and how
they pit inside me. I can't quite nearly
explain how impeccable this here poem
needs to be for this plan to work out
perfectly, but i hope you can stomach
the sappiness of this cliché plummet
from my head to the toe, to my, (well,
you know). So obviously by now
we've gotten down to the belt
of my body-shaped feelings
i was telling you about
these things are my
legs, on top of which
i stand, and by now
we're near the bottom
according to plan
the things which
support me like
a right hand
man. It's the
little things
that count
like lying
down in
the sand.
I wrote this in the shape of a person
Tiffany N Castro Jun 2013
People say things that they don't really mean...
when they're upset, and they're angry, they say such horrible things.
Wished their hands wrapped around your neck...and squeezed all the air out.
Dreamed they stabbed you in the back...and pushed you into the water, and watched you drown.
All those horrible things managed to scar me...
All their compliments and sweet nothings just disappeared completely...
swallowed by their negativity.
Because you could never wound someone with sugar-coated sappiness...
and you can never scar someone with happiness.
Bliss is such a flighty feeling, something you could catch and hold for just a minute or so.
but you have to let it go, or it's delicate powdery wings just disintegrate on your skin, now let it go...
It dies either way, right before your eyes...
One of the prettiest lies.
Now cruelty is another thing...
It crawls all over your skin, leaving slimy trails, and they cut in somehow and cause bleeding.
**Now that scars you deeply...
Andrew Rueter Apr 2019
You entered my life
When I was centered in strife
So you mentored me right
And invented the light

You were okay with my flaws
You were okay with my sappiness
You introduced me to God
You introduced me to happiness

You’re the shepherd
I’m the *****
Who’s ways were tempered
In the holy sector

You gave me a prize
By making things clearer
So I can look in my eyes
When I look in the mirror

You have given a gift
Of a life lift
Paradigm shift
Removing spit
Where I sit

Your inner peace
And inner beauty
Are within reach
And flow through me

So this foal hobbles
Behind its role model
Drinking the whole bottle
To match your bold throttle
Harry Roberts Aug 2014
Everyone has emotions,
Don't deprive them of their devotions.
I believed that happiness
Was in toe with sappiness.

But now I see emotions lend passion,
Even though apathy is trend fashion ,
People just don't care,
Missing the mistress mare.

For she kept depression in check,
She softened oppressions harsh peck.
Now emotions overlook towers,
Blurred motions mistook my powers.

Intent on a new intention,
Pulled even In a state of suspension,
Wild, lost child, nothing about his life was mild.

But I do not dwell,
On times where I fell,
Not reliving a personal hell,
But my advice I do tell.

Negativity can embrace,
Bring pain upon your face,
But you have to rise,
Fly high above petty lies.
I want to get my poems out in the world
i have all the time in the world
and i'll have all the world in time
all the world as in
you
because my world is in your heart
and your heart, will in time, be mine
the desire is real and desire leads to action
ah, but not to desire your skin on mine
though that addresses me with a smile anytime she pierces my consciousness
and now, instead of personal revelation in the form of
perfect poetical pontification
comes the inevitable disdain
i can't help but be disgusted at my own sappiness
i can't help but read these words and think
"*******....
you're such a ****.
what the hell are you writing.
do you even understand it?
you have no idea what you're writing."
and I lose my inspiration
and I'm left here.
every.
time.
so ***** it
Celestial Apr 2022
You are so tempting,
To thirst for, touch, and taste.
There's been something I've been attempting to reach. For us both.

I'm wishing for growth,
In great, glowing, grace.
Diving deeper into our own uncharted waters. Searching for happiness.

Oh such Sappiness, I know.
But kisses, kindness, and my kindred spirit,
Are what truly makes me glow. Caring for my love in turn for their care.

A thing so deep and fair,
My feelings, fondness, and facets.
They're payment enough and what I offer. With support and tenderness in tow.

My arms are open for you,
Ready to give youthful, yearning, yumminess.
I just hope you want it, and take it. Noting it's heft, with what meaning it has.
Lawrence Hall Aug 19
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                            The Moon is Upon Her Throne Tonight

The moon is dressed in her shining best tonight
With silvering joy and lunar happiness
Flying and flowing, flung from her starry wand
Flying and falling upon her glowing-night realm

We loyal subjects peek from our windows to see
An argent pageant royal of beauty and truth
Even in summer the lawn is a frosty field
For her monthly dance, by her command

The Lady of the Moon is our Summer Queen
As she will be, and is, and ever has been
my mind was a darker place than most could guess,
stone walls prevented any light from infiltrating it.
and i never ever would confess
the way to get past them, to make the bricks split.
i was unwavering in my loneliness and somber sadness
i suppose it was easier than giving someone the power to hurt me.
too many thoughts, my heartbeat became the sound of madness-
until you came along, and suddenly, again i could see.
you took my hand and embraced me, and the darkness around me
it didn't seem to bother you, you took it all in stride
i was in shock, in denial, i didn't know how this could be
you, so beautiful, so radiant, tall and blue-eyed.

never had i felt such compassion from another,
i felt like i didn't deserve even an ounce of it.
but around you, i smiled like no other,
and for the first time, i felt like i belonged, like i fit.
you were always there when i needed you,
almost never any hesitation when you knew i needed help
what did i do to deserve this? what did i do?
inside, all my brain could do was yelp.
demons inside were warning me, telling me i can't ever keep someone around
that i should run while i still could, to prevent getting hurt.
but before you i was lost, and suddenly i was found
so i forced my brain to have happier thoughts to insert.

we've had our fights, our bumps in the road
but i wouldn't trade you for anything.
to my big brick walls, you found the code
and so much warmth and happiness, you do bring.
i feel so lucky, i feel so safe
to have met someone as caring, and wonderful as you.
no relationship goes without strafe,
but anything i can, for you i would do.
you've got darkness too, but it doesn't scare me
i am unwavering, i will be by your side through it all.
i hope that someday, you will see
that i will always catch you, should you ever fall.

trust is a tricky thing, especially when someone's been hurt
we forget that there are people out there willing to give us unconditional love and happiness.
but, i met you, and since then all of those thoughts did divert
and now i'm just filled with sappiness.
i will hold your hand, i will kiss your scars
i will persistently try to help you heal.
you're everything, from here to mars
and i will teach you how real love should feel.
take my hand, and please don't be scared anymore.
i will protect you from everything i can, i will never stray.
i won't allow you to get hurt, i'll start a war
to keep everything evil away, at bay.

time is something i know you need, and i have plenty of it
and in case you ever forget...
good things are worth waiting for, i know this
and i'd wait as long as necessary, just to feel your kiss.
thank you for everything, you make me so happy
the least i can do is be patient with you.
i'm sorry, if this is unbearably sappy-
i just want you to know, i appreciate all that you do.
my arms are always open, confide in me whenever you want to
i will never hesitate to help you in any time of need.
i think of you, and being with you is all i want to do,
thank you, because of you, my heart will no longer bleed.

when you're lonely and taking time away,
remember this.
you are the only one i want, and i will wait.
i know you're worth it, even if you don't agree-
and i know one day, you'll see what i see.
you are special. you are loved. you are one of the most compassionate, sweet, and beautiful people i've ever met and i am so unbelievably lucky to know you and have you in my life. don't forget it.
What a thief,
From the outside,
Has stolen and crumbled,
Causing the genocide,
Of my heart,
And self-appreciation,
What sat in in my,
Emotional station,
What has been stolen,
Deep down inside me,
Has no warranty,
Can no longer abide by me,
It is my true happiness,
Wrecked by insults and sappiness,
All it releases is selflessness,
No this isn't a phase,
It isn't a stage,
Those really aren't things,
Just like bragging and bling,
They drive me down,
I am too tired to get back up,
Where am I now?
Destroyed...I have no more love.
I have already run out of true love and happiness.  Life works fast.
Amanda Stoddard Sep 2014
I tell myself to rebuild these broken wings I find myself soaring upon, but I realize the necessary tools are missing. I try to get a handle on my current situation but I realize there's no handle on my bedroom door anymore and I am trapped again. I have made a mess of the remains out of broken dry wall and picture frames.  I rebuild, rebuild, rebuild but it's never like it was before. The paint is two-toned and some things can't be covered with a painting of your face next to mine. Some things can't even be patched up. Such as the way your eyes seem to guide me into a world that seems too daunting to stay inside. I let the breeze carry me away and hope the broken wings can still soar despite the damage that has been done. I have made a bed out of all my regrets and have no issues laying in it anymore and nowadays I tend to sleep better than I live. I have seen the misery in your eyes when the thought of me waking up without you on my mind crossed yours, and I've never felt so low. Plausibility isn't always the best reality and I know with you we have our differences, but that doesn't make a difference to me. Maybe the days I deem dull are just a distant memory and every time I wake up without you is a day I want to get through just to see you. Sappiness is not in my agenda, but intentions lead to attention on some occasions and I would like to spend every occasion with you.. Loving you has been the best thing I have ever done for myself. The first decision I made without anyone but myself in mind was when I said you could call me yours. Please believe me when I say, I will always be yours even if the day comes that we expire, I will age like fine wine, with you always still on my mind.
“What’s a kiss?”
My little sister asks.
A kiss?
“It’s bliss
It’s a pleasure
So much it can not be measured
It’s a word easy to find a rhyme with
And can last a lifetime
In truth, a kiss is happiness
And is the creator of all sappiness.”
I want to say such
But I can not tell her this!
She would explode like a bomb.
So I say,
“Why don’t you go ask your mom.”
Lol true story
Cyphers Queen Oct 2016
When night falls the thoughts become darker
When night falls my soul slips even farther
Though I no longer feel happiness
I reminisce about our sappiness
It's time to move on
No not what you think
Only to my next life
Where I'll forever he freed
Sketcher Nov 2018
Sometimes are times like these, when things just feel alright,
Other times I feel breeze, kick up the dust I bite,
Although now seems just fine, I know what comes later,
Sadness will come due time, each time it gets greater,
Then I hope happiness, will come A-S-A-P,
Then all the sappiness, is taken out of me,
A constant back and forth, that's turmoil inside me,
From east, west, south, to north, I circulate my plea,
That is to love and care, for all friends and family,
Also to help and share, the pain and agony.
A neat little Alexandrine poem.
Sketcher Feb 2019
I'm in love. It's that simple. I'm in love. I feel like I can rise above everything in my constant state of happiness, but then she leaves me and I'm sad in my other state of sappiness. I text her things while she's gone, trying to express how much I care. How I long for her body in my arms and her soft flowing hair in my fingers and how the scent still lingers from last nights *** caused by lovely teasing triggers and her asking, "What happens next?". I've been drawn in too deep and I don't want to leave, cause this love is not cheap and it's pretty easy to thieve. But I'm pretty sure this love is true and we both feel the same, cause I'm still feeling blue and I'm still feeling pain. I do understand love doesn't take this away. We'll still hurt in our anguish, we'll still writhe and we'll ache. We still have to take part in the chaotic piece of the play. So sing during your skit and everything will be okay. Play your part in life and don't forget your lines. You must endure the strife until your end of times. Until the credits roll and your names in shining lights. Read the script, understand your role, please be wise. Love is suffering when there's any length between, the two lovers loving from their heart loving machines. Like magnets must be in pain when they're that far apart, but still close enough to gravitate towards their red and silver hearts. We are magnets and that pull is our love, and this love isn't stagnant cause its flowing out my gloves when you hold my hands in the cold winter weather, showing me the love that I couldn't get from Heather. I'm sorry I just went there, but it was a rhyming opportunity, back then I couldn't think of anything except her and I in unity. That one way love that wasn't going anywhere, where she would only take and I would only share. But now I am happy most of the time, when I'm not with you then I'll continue with my rhymes. The two things that end up making me happy every single day, writing poetry when shes not here, and when she is, my girlfriend Aim.
i once upon a time
honey coated rhyme
flowed from my voice
like a song in the breeze.

this expressed my happiness
and sappiness towards love.
my sadness and oddness,
but gleaming from above,

was light, which i was blinded by
and my eyes could not see through, though i
had eventually sifted through the fog,
but our bond had worn, almost gone

and i thought, "why shall i be
there when someone doesn't need me?
i think he thinks im using him,
for i need use or i'm useless.
because, which, upon i lost,
understanding and laughter and simple thoughts,
i've grown distant and cold and serve no purpose,
but to vent and cry, now i am worthless."

and though it sounds harsh, it is true
i was never meant to stand by you
for once, i felt quite alive
but the feelings that a felt inside;

nevermind, onto my goals and dreams-
my purpose was to fufill your needs
comfort, happiness, but i broke that barrier
and let my emotions become the carrier

i'm happy if other people are too
but all i can provide is sadness for you
so not only did we be torn apart
i slowly lost that gleeful spark

AND not only did i cross the line,
i became selfish and lonely and only cried
everything i did was meaningless,
i gave up, but felt much less of
everyone around me, for i thought they were
merely there to reassure
that i'd just be their happy clown
putting on a silly crown
but if you look beyond the gown,
maybe what is lost is found,
and wrong is right and i can now,
rest knowing you're okay and how..
i let go? i need'nt know.

we both know that i'm just there. to. just. be..

i'm
being
selfish.
why?
why did this have to happen?
why does it always end like this?
is "end" right?
i dont want it to-

"goodnight."

— The End —