myhappiness
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So they walk with their heads down,
Or look up at the city lights,
The mirrors for their eyes
Reflecting everything,
For they have no feelings
On the insides.
A hand to them is a weapon
I see a place with mountains higher than any cloud,
a place where silver rain falls like a widow's tears.
My feet will hit the ground like singing thunder
through a radiant curtain of opaque shroud,
Golden honey sunsets,
The delightful salty breeze caressing my cheek,
Flowers lining every corner in every imaginable hue,
What could be better?
The beauty of the elements engulf me
" He leadeth me beside the still waters."
Water.
My first time at the pool
" Do not run! " she says
"Jump with me Rissa! " my little sister yells
Splash!
The bubbles surround my face
What do you see when you look at her Most would say a soldier indeed But behind every smile is a story
The simplicity of a laugh
The commonality of a smile
Rejoice in the beauty of life
Because it is worth the while
Life can be so short
As we already know
It's okay to be affectionate
Rivers meet,
Rivers leave,
Never know where one might lead.
Back and forth, never sure,
Like relationships, never pure.
Fights and spats,
Imagine that.
No one's perfect,
There was a band
That originated from the U.K.
They played rhythm and blues
Every night and day
Bill Wyman is the oldest one
But Charlie Watts is a lot more fun
Sleep is the joyIn which I have foundEqual footingOn unequal ground
I’ve turned the lightFor the last time tonight
Huff huff huff, her little nose twitches, black button eyes blink.
Scare her, and into a ball she will shrink.
Her quills will poke you and your hand will sting.
She’d rather be hibernating up until spring.
Though the summer's haze has slipped away into the south,
I still taste salt on my mouth
In remembrance of summers day,
Seeing little children playin' outside is what make me happy.Laughin', Smilin', Runnin',and carrying on.
Now that summer is all done
I must say goodbye to fun
Right? Wrong. It’s all just begun
My senior year will be a blast
I’ll try not to let it go too fast
I’ll spend time with the best of friends
Anticipation thicker than the white smoke
Flashing strobe lights that dazzle your eyes
Raise your voice from the depths of the pit
Mingling with the entire crowd’s cries
Standing united for one purpose here
A hot summer's day
Sun scorching and sizzling
The air thick and humid
My long hair is frizzing
I hear the sweet jingle
As you come my way
The yello ice cream truck
is saving the day
I told you about my soul today and
I thought it was very funny because if
you replace one
Letter to becomes soil and I
think that's wonderful.
What's wonderful? You ask. Well the
idea
A mechanical pencil is all I need.
To draw out what's floating in my mind.
So go out there and get me tons of them.
Because I'll show you my little world that's still a work in progress.
My hand is tattooed with the evidence of my pencil.
It is stained with the purpose in my hands.
The dents in the paper grow deeper, darker, thicker.
My mind wanders.
Music.
Soft, careful, lovely.
The sun rose in the west that day,
Though some say it did not.
It rose above the quiet valley village
And it rose above the mountains
That encircled it.
The dark birds watched it rise too;
Asking what makes one happy could be dangerous. << 8 word story. I could use insightful quotes and give the author the glory.
The first pluck of the string,
The first note they sing.
The first melodic tune that enters my brain;
That's the beginning of my awakening.
I'm transported to a world unknown,
At first it was all a peice of cake,
then i realized i was insane.
Most of the time i just want to give up.
When did life get so tough?
I started to belive I couldn't do it,
Saturday is adventure day.
Dad rises early, bustling around
up and down the house with morning business.
Coffee, Cheerios, newspaper.
He rouses the rest of us with a beloved relic from his Navy days.
The scarlet and the gray,
The pride in the students' eyes,
The joy and laughter from friends and faculty,
The halls full of chatter and classes that matter,
Having fun throughout the day,
Rain falls in bursts,
Or perhaps just in trickles.
The pitter-patter of droplets
form a cascade of sounds.
The crickets are quiest
but not for long
But drowsiness is coming
I'm all about the sunshine,
it's hot tounge rolling down my spine,
the citrus smell of sumer
like peeling back an orange rind
but when the snow inevitably falls,
Can I Be Anymore Excited
A Senior
Thats What Everyone Is Calling Me This Year
I Am Graduating High School, I Am DONE My Childhood
Young Adult, I Love The Sound Of That
I could start with the things that are petty, the things of no use
But those things that elate me, their structure's too loose
No real thought, no passion, and no feeling can be found
Faint memories of the times we had.
Now that I have moved out, I dearly miss it.
Laughing, feeling entertained, joy
We would spend forever together.
Just thinking about it makes me happy and fulfilled.
There are some things I will never forget.
Ten years from now,
your smile as we walked through the park
is all that I'll have left.
I am grateful for the potency of these images,
Watching the moon fall as I rise,
my mothers weary, loving eyes
The way my friends embrace me,
as if it has been years
The way my algebra homework
reduces me to tears
Happiness?
Dare I delve
into my mind
to find an inkling of
Hope
Love
Frivolity
Joy
In a life touched by so much hate,
Death
Divorce
Crudeness
Failure
Have you noticed me yet?
The little burst of purple in that crowd,
the one with her arms stretched high over her head.
The one playing back directly whatever command the band gives.
I feel I am still asleep
as I walk these white washed halls,
wishing the summer I could keep,
wishing I wasn't here at all.
With summer's end brings the books,
the homework, the restless nights,
It drifts by my ears and enters my weary soul
It plays soft and slow
caressing my fears and pain
It soothes the broken places
It makes me float
High above
all these troubles
It is music
Living is not living unless you are happya life that is fragile is worth timeI was put here to spread the truth.
I had carved names in the wood,I came back to find them healed.I go by a different name now,but the roots of his seed he wateredis poison.
Christmast time.
The best time of the year.
Growing up in Arizona,
Christmas also means some enjoyable wheather.
Decorating the Chrismast tree,
Everyone is happy and full of cheer.
The Light of summer closes its doors
What remains are pictures on the walls and floors
Memories, and excitement
Happy incitements
Glistening in the back of my mind
Happiness intertwined
Disgust takes over my body,
Ugly and Fat yell at me- angry.
I try to tell them I'm under stress,
I watch the clock move backward,
Minutes go by in the blink of an eye,
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
There goes life.
While time slows,
I pick up my pace.
Another year to go,
I'm almost done with school
This is my last year
I've dreamt of this my whole life
Now it's finally here
My parents are both sad
I'll be moving out
But when I turn eighteen,
He watched her through the window from across the street.
Her clothes looked sleek,
her hair fell gracefully,
playfully.
Each movement's meaning, oblique.
He studied her.
Made extensive notes
Summer is over, and school has begun.
Things get crazy, and hectic, and stressful.
The homework and stress swell up in heaping piles of despair.
Dance
It doesn’t just mean to move rhythmically to music.
It’s artistry, bravery, endurance.
I dance as though telling a story.
Hug my mom
Play with sis
look at me,
what is this?
dance around,
talk to friends,
with me the fun never ends
listen to music
laugh and play
shout
it from the rooftops
twist
the words from their mouths and
shout
the newly created freedom
twist
the energy of the crowd into a
shout
of freedom and joy that
twists
I see what the birds see,
as if I were one with the flying
the wind is my element as my wings are floating above me
Above the heads of all the ground dwellers, I soar
i knew myself,but you don't
so why you try to create my future
you may write me down in your notebook
It is the ache in your cheeks when your smile has stayed for too long,
The laugh that escapes when you realize it won't go away.
It is picking the perfect gift,
My happiness begins outside of me,
It starts in the people around me.
It begins in the start of your grin,
At the end of my dumb joke.
It’s in the sounds of a peaceful day,
