2016 Feelin' Good Scholarship
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Phone at one-hundred percent,
Music app opened,
Headphones plugged in,
Zoned out.
Brushes gathered,
Paints wet,
Cup filled with water,
Ready.
Image has been sketched.
When minutes seem like hours and hours like days,
When you just need to step away,
Away from the daily craze,
When you don't want to stay.
Or on those sleepless nights,
When I grab warm clothes or blankets from a magical machine
When I see plants that appear evergreen
When I hear Abba's Dancing Queen
When days are dreadful and they drag one down,
The act of finding bliss is cumbersome.
A time where the world was your own playground,
Playtime came before personal income.
Far away. Go back. Rewind.
Yesterday it was raining.
there was a torrential downpour that would turn itself on and off like a light switch
and I felt at peace.
days like this are ones I can go back to in times of sadness or distress
When depression begins to take its toll
I scavenge for earth, sun, and seed
I let it take root starting in my soul
A sunflower is all I need
Some days I can't get out of bed
To feel the wind
is to come alive
to kick the ball
leave no doubts in my mind
as if fate
this is my fate
no one else
so don't question why
I kick the ball
just know freedom
Face toward the bright sun,
Breathe; the cool capricious breeze.
know...life's amazing.
We would ride in grandma's car
where happiness was like silk,
more soothing than her touch.
Brown leathered hands molding love.
Here my sister would see in color.
There are some days
when life just gets me down
but when I see I'm in this haze
There's someone who I've found
He can't speak our language
and has tiny paws with pointed claws
Reluctant to what makes me happy
with nature around you will often find
it was not the ending of our glory days
but the ways in which we spend our time
Indulging in life's simple moments can make even the most senile happy,
When you experience the beauty in minutary segments
Your world becomes a symphony of joy and harmony.
Wind is wisping through my hair,
as the horizon revels in its orange and pink.
The world passes in the window's glare,
and the radio sings a farmiliar song.
Asphalt roads are a thoughtful maze,
Wind is wisping through my hair,
as the horizon revels in its orange and pink.
The world passes in the window's glare,
and the radio sings a farmiliar song.
Asphalt roads are a thoughtful maze,
you are the sun behind the clouds,
the rainbow behind the sun,
and the galaxy behind the rainbow.
you make me feel beautiful.
you make me feel complete.
When my days are long,
and all my tears have shed,
all I want is to lay in my bed.
I have a extra thick comfy mattress,
and a wall tapestry that mimicks a fortress.
Once I take a very long nap,
Knives thrust deep within the backs of others;
Smiles that keep igorant minds at bay;
Words that break barriers and bones alike;
Deception and destruction and acts of strife.
In a world so empty of hope.
Friday is the best day of the entire week
Around the world from the U.S. to Mozambique
The end of our suffering is almost here
All of our worries are about to disappear
No more work and no more school
Right now, she is smiling. Now I am alright
If she is here, I will survive this
I can define what she is, I can capture this
Rain feels like somethings happening,
If I blink, I'll miss it
When I realized I could write a poem about topic embodying what picks me up when I’m feeling down, I chose to write a sestina about my favorite show, Friends.
Tick tock to a halt; it’s one, then two, then stop
Her breathing slows, her small throat swells
Tears are rolling down her cheeks
It may seem morbid, it may seem wrong
But I’m not ashamed of how I feel
Happiness, what is it?
Is it the soothing roar of a thunderstorm?
The soft kiss of spring rain?
The warmth of a fire on a cold winter day?
Yes, all of these and many more
But this confuses me though
Take a deep breath.
Tense your muscles one section at a time,
Hold it.
Hold it.
Let it go, feel the stress of everyday life
Drain from your body.
Take a deep breath.
sunny day down by the river
waters rush and currents move
time seems to stop as the river goes on
not fighting against the currents but rolling with them
my worries and anxieties don't end
During the nights that I feel down
When my sorrows grow
I turn to him for comfort
How his warmth fills me
His soft murmurs fill the room
He shows me that
Life
At the end of all rough days I'm always able to find it,Not under my bed with creatures of the night or behind closet doors.Whether up in the sky with birds or upon the ground with the strongest of ants,I know I will find it if I need to. It is wh
When days are dark and dreary
And others make me feel weary
I find myself filled with dread
As I collapse upon my bed.
music is the best thing known to man
the way it makes you feel
its electric like it shoots a wave of emotion through your body
no matter the genre, whether it tells a story or just makes you dance
Everyone gets upset.
Everyone gets sad.
Everyone feels happy.
Everyone feels mad.
It's not what you're feeling but HOW you are dealing
With the pain and sadness or celebrating gladness
Everyone gets upset.
Everyone gets sad.
Everyone feels happy.
Everyone feels mad.
It's not what you're feeling but HOW you are dealing
With the pain and sadness or celebrating gladness
Everyone gets upset.
Everyone gets sad.
Everyone feels happy.
Everyone feels mad.
It's not what you're feeling but HOW you are dealing
With the pain and sadness or celebrating gladness
I kick back and I relax and I turn up the music
Turn down the anxiety
Let the rhythm flow through me
Belt out the lyrics
I feel it
Feel my happiness levels rise
The louder the music gets
There once was a contest for what makes you happy
the deadline's the 19th, "so make it snappy"
All that comes to mind is mother
Forbidden kisses shared with lovers
and the bear hugs I get from dear old Pappy.
I am not good at feeling.
Courage was never my strong suit.
Right now, I am working on healing.
People know me as the “mute”.
The backyard cookouts, the family dinners and Sunday gametime with them keep me in a calm frame of mind All the times I felt like I was in the dark my kin-folk brought me back to light, the smiles on their faces have the power to strike my heart.W
dinner date with mocha brown café
crumpled napkin clutched in lap by hands
who splash ballads onto stained tan canvas with thin brushstrokes, flick incense-ashes to the floor.
Tribulation is finite
Seing my loved ones
In good spirits
Full of light
My little brothers
Full of time
In all their innocence
In their prime
Makes malevolence
When anguish tugs down on the corners of my mouth
and fastens itself stubbornly in my throat
I just remember this marvelously refreshing feeling:
When my mind aches of pain and despair life seems so unfair and fails to let me breathe happilly. However that is not my fate my existence is gold when I sit down and meditate.
These ingredients of positivity
Have the end results of a happy me
After racing against the ticking timer
LOL to real laughs of Markiplier
Real person
A celebrity that still has normal fun
