Happiness

Hide Away

Verse 1:
Thoguh, I try to hide away

You always find the places

That I'm alone at.

Now, you've gone back

Because you've found your happiness.

 

Chorus:
Your happiness is with me.

Your eyes tell me so.

So, what are you waiting for?

Take a chance on me.

'Cause there won't be a next time.

 

Verse 2:
Every now and then,

I think of us.

If you and me,

If there's a possibliity of

Becoming one with you,

I'll start from here.

 

Bridge:
'Cause I'm falling for you.

I've fallen quite hard.

Oh, will you let me in?

Where will this love take us?

'Cause I love you.

 

Last-Chorus:
Over and over again,

You confess your love to me.

Speechless, I hide away

Into your arms,

Onto the wings of love. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

song written about my first meeting with my now boyfriend. Written November 18, 2016.

Echo

Verse 1:
I know that these words

Aren't quite true.

Ringing in my head,

Your voice becomes an echo,

An echo in my heart.

 

Chorus:
Now, I know it may seem

Strange or even crude

But I want you to know that

I've let you go.

I've let us go.

 

Verse 2:
Watching my expectations crash,

I silently wait on you

To notice me.

To notice the silence in the air.
You've now become an echo in my heart.

 

Bridge:
I wonder if you think of me

As I think of you at night.

It keeps me up at night..

Your intentions become clearer

As time goes on.

 

Last-Chorus:
Don't play me for a fool.

'Cause I can play the game.

It won't end well

For the both of us.

We both become echoes in the night wind. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This song is about a situationship that someone has moved on from whether it be a "fuckboy" or "fuckgirl". He/she is now in a healthy relationship with someone that can treat them better...

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Unity

Folder: 
Simple Thoughts

"Tragic, 

tragedy can be, 

with repeating sounds of words, 

or screams and cries;

 

pain is a universal language.

Everyone knows it, 

this I believe. 

But,

 

even then, there's plenty

of discontent for which has and has not

been felt, 

as though suffering is to be measured.

 

I've seen it, you have, too, 

the pain of the neighborhood, 

tires slashed throughout, 

just another siren,

 

crying, 

at my end of the city. 

Such a pity, and then

the loud clash

 

of the car crash, 

one having smashed into the other,

and in this moment of pain, 

this tragedy,

 

comes unity, 

Humanity.

The unprovoked question

of the desire of assistance,

 

the rush to the scene 

seen by me

of the people who live on this block, 

calming the sobbing mother,

 

bringing the young ones out from the cold, 

the old man sweeping the broken glass,

no police having arrived yet.

Yet, nothing but pain

 

bringing us together, 

celebrating that everyone is okay.

 

Silver lining, 

pain unites,

every little thing

is going to be all right,

 

the radio said so."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I recently was invited to be part of my local Lululemons UNTITEd States campaign, and I had such a blast. This is my poem for the them "unity", aptly named.

Fever (day 81)

Tell me if you’re coming by,

passing within a mile or a hundred

I’ll turn like a magnet

to your scent but I can’t show it

Let me plant my feet on the ground

so I don’t fly away

 

I use your silhouette as

a guide to keep me on track

but not because you’re a

guardian angel,

just because I don’t want to

collapse back in your arms

 

But then I fall apart

and even though you’re gone

it seems I’ve let you down again

 

My happiness is a high fever that will break

I can see it in your eyes

you’re waiting for it to disappear

so you can stop standing at my bedside

pretending to sing me to sleep and

as soon as I’m unconscious

switching to the devil’s anthem

 

My weight is a package you can’t carry

I try to recruit you a whole team to hold it

but darling, you just smile and shrink in your seat

 

My love is a flower that won’t bloom

it grows to the corner away from the light

and darling, you’re there shading the whole garden

 

My happiness is a high fever that will break

I toss and turn and then come down

and darling, you’re there gladly holding the thermometer.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 10/16/16

Garden

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Did what I was Waiting for!

I made a decision long ago,


As a cautious soldier,


Yet time did not want me to succeed,


Though I was my mind’s controller!


 

With God’s grace,


I was able to achieve,


As the unwavering Buddha,


Since in myself I did ever believe. 


 

I thanked God for the benevolence,

 

For Him I ever felt enduring reverence.

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Ready to be happy

I stay up wondering when will the time come

I ask myself why not me

I see others with such joy and happiness

It's as if that joy was not meant for me

I know she's out there but when will we meet

Its only a matter of time i hope

For that happiness I see i want for me 

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The Beauty in Love & Art

I doubted I would find real, mutual love for the longest time.

That is only because I've looked in the wrong places and have fallen hard every time I thought

I found a missing part of me.

 

The problem with me is I don't fit in when I'm in any other group.

All around me in my daily life, I end up doing things I didn't want to do.

My life is getting stuck between a rock and a hard place when I choose

To be something I feel is right for me.

 

You're not hard to please for you are a fellow artist who shares my passion and attraction.

We color each other's worlds and we help each other out when we need it the most.

I give you my passion and you give it back in return.

We are not dependent on one another because we can take care of ourselves.

 

The sea leads to many places and although I have not landed where I needed to go,

You found me and led me in the right direction.

With you and me together, "lost" has no meaning.

We are simply taking our time to get to where we need to be.

 

The forsaken world and everything that was wrong with it will be far behind

Once I leave what destroyed me before and look for who I am.

The chains that keep me from breathing no longer exist

When I am somewhere else in the consciousness hidden within.

 

The art I color is vital to me as taking a breath.

Likewise, the more we are next to each other,

The more I see how selfless and warmhearted you are.

 

The way you treat me thaws my own heart until there is a flame that surrounds it.

A flame that only burns when you and I continue to bond.

Only you can see and feel how special it is to me that you make me feel that way.

I dream of us meeting face to face so we can make our artistic worlds come to life.

 

You teach me many things that I hold onto in my life.

Being with you helps me resist temptation that hinders my goals.

Speaking my tongue to you helps me become wiser in knowing the right things to say.

Presenting my own art to you helps me gain the courage to keep blossoming until my colors bloom like summer flowers.

More importantly, revealing my hopes and dreams to you gave me the escape from misery I longed to achieve.

 

In return for your kindness, I give you my passion and complete our missing soul.

To truly build up trust, all we have to do for each other is stay and that's what I will do for you.

Living In My Shell

I can hear the busy city life right outside my window,

People rushing around to get where they have to be.

I remember when I was always moving and on the go,

Things are different now that the anxiety has taken over me.

 

The fear of what’s out there has consumed my brain,

Every waking moment is a struggle for me.

No one knows the depths of my pain,

I have locked it up and thrown away the key.

 

Feelings of no one understanding what I go through,

Thinking the worst will always happen, without a doubt.

Hiding in my home has become what I do,

I’m living in a shell and keeping everyone out.

 

How do I get away from this, I just want to be free,

It’s got a hold on me and I’m trying to let go.

I want my life back; I want to be happy.

This fear I feel just continues to grow.

 

Maybe one day I will get the happiness that I crave,

Until then I will continue to fear all.

Staying in my shell and trying to be brave,

 Continuously living behind my built up wall.

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Age of plenty

luxury is part of progress

and writing constitutes that luxury

 

we live in age of plenty

everything we need is accessible

if we know where to look

 

i know where to look

and i practise writing as form of luxury

 

that is it.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

writing is a great way to pass the time.

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