Happiness- an inner monologue
Go ahead- put the pen to the paper and let it all out. Fears, frustrations, passions, and worries. Let the words melt away your feelings.
Come what may...
Happiness is something that people search their entire life for and some who cannot find it or who have been let down by it end their search and their lives early.
Some believe that it is love that we yearn for, but it is happiness that drives us.
While happiness contributes to love, love may also come with many other emotions or agendas.
According to Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, we all must earn, gain and keep things, titles, feelings, and people in our lives to reach the point of self actualization.. to be complete... to be happy. He knew that happiness wasn't unconditional- that it had to be reached for and worked for.
For some, happiness is easy- like when we were younger, playing in a sprinkler in the back yard until the sun went down simply made us happy.
As we got older and expectations were placed upon us- happiness seemed ju
Wanting something you can't have
Losing something you never had
Risking everything you have
Worth that much
Pinocciothe leash was tied tight
keeping me under your thumb was the plan
my ball and chain too heavy for me to move
and i, a puppet
and you held the strings
til one day i found the knife
and set myself free
away from your cage
no more will you have a hold over me
100 Words - AttackIn the midst of a sand storm they fought. he ducked in and out of the dunes in search of the enemies that lurked about.
The warrior's nose was gushing crimson blood and the wind blew, knocking his helmet off his sweaty head. Shaking off the inconvenience he continued the hunt for his prey.
A sharp pain attacked his lower back and he fell to the ground, The soldier looked upon the enemy and knew his wife would receive a folded flag in his name soon.
Laughing, the enemy spoke in clear English, "Go home my American friend, go home."
100 words - HalloweenThe glow of a candle behind the tortured face, that watches as the rustle of the leaves terrify the goblins and gouls that roam the darkened streets, flickers evilly. The grin widens as screams of the frightened grow louder and more frequent.
Closer and closer to the gates of hell, the damned attempt to disregard the faint cackling coming from behind an obscure doorway. A shadow rolls in over the moon and the door slowly creaks open and the keeper of the inferno appears in a haze of thick black smoke. A skeletal hand uncurls, holding a cauldron of candy.
Another Bad Breath Morning.
My Messy Hair Again. I Wake
Up With My Attitude And Bitch
About My Skin. I prepare To
Apply My Mask To Cover And
Conceal. Shut Up! Just be Beautiful.
Fight To Appeal, Slip on that cute
Shirt, Damn! It's too tight. squeeze
Into those skinny jeans That zipper
Sure puts up a fight. Comfort or style,
Flats or heels, Put on that sunscreen
Girl, It's never sexy to peel. Lip stick
And mascara, Hair dye and french nails.
The Pursuit of perfection and all that
I have Become A Slave to Sex Appeal.