HAPPINESS POEMS
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Happy
The day the will to write is gone,
Is the day that I give up hope.
It's the day I give up all my dreams,
And give into the nightmares and woes.
It's kind of like the day the music died,
But this one will be worse - my own personal hell.
And like a flash in a pan all grievences will be granted,
Like wishing on a falling star, every bad thing will come true.
This will happen the day that all my will to write is gone,
because when this day has come, one of two situations will have happened.
Either I will have become so significantly happy (or oblivious)to the outside world,
That I won't care about anything except the immediate/joyful events
OR
I will be dead (or dying) and on a significant ebb of the creative tides.
Only the first will not cause all the hell and nightmares described above.
It will show a new, better part of life,
where i need no better outlook on life because thats as good as it gets.
The latter of course is where my personal hell resides in all of its pitiful, self-mourning misery.
Until death do us part, creativity is my door to life as it is known; happy.
Recipe For A Smile
I like to be happy
and smile at a frown
I try to make you feel better
When you're feeling down
I hate when you're upset
and especially when I am too
But to even make a smile,
Baby, it takes two.
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The day the will to write is gone,
Is the day that I give up hope.
It's the day I give up all my dreams,
And give into the nightmares and woes.
It's kind of like the day the music died,
But this one will be worse - my own personal hell.
And like a flash in a pan all grievences will be granted,
Like wishing on a falling star, every bad thing will come true.
This will happen the day that all my will to write is gone,
because when this day has come, one of two situations will have happened.
Either I will have become so significantly happy (or oblivious)to the outside world,
That I won't care about anything except the immediate/joyful events
OR
I will be dead (or dying) and on a significant ebb of the creative tides.
Only the first will not cause all the hell and nightmares described above.
It will show a new, better part of life,
where i need no better outlook on life because thats as good as it gets.
The latter of course is where my personal hell resides in all of its pitiful, self-mourning misery.
Until death do us part, creativity is my door to life as it is known; happy.
Recipe For A Smile
I like to be happy
and smile at a frown
I try to make you feel better
When you're feeling down
I hate when you're upset
and especially when I am too
But to even make a smile,
Baby, it takes two.