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
Headstone GoodbyeSecrets of life left untold
Watching as the world unfolds
Peace without love cannot exist
But the urge to fight we cannot resist
People want to end their strife
Then they decide to end their life
And leave behind the ones who've cared
The ones who have always been right there
The desicions that we make today
Affect everyone in every way
Take awy the knife- do away with the pills
Think one more time before you kill
Remember friend as you walk by
As you are now so once was I
As I am now you soon shall be
Prepare for death and follow me...
Every Rose Has Its Thornthere's a rose on a bush
that reminds me of you
so amazingly beautiful
but known by so few
the thorns on said rose
keep people at bay
they admire from afar
as you shine each day
you're the symbol of love
since the day you were born
but anytime someone gets close
you prick with your thorn
i walked up to this little rose bush
and gazed upon the green
i discovered your petals
'twas like nothing i'd ever seen
as i reached out to pick
the lovely rose that i'd found
i quickly looked behind me
to see no one around
no thorn pricked my hand
no petal fell down
the look on your face
showed no sign of a frown
the rose let me take it
its red stayed deep and true
and so did the love
that has no thorns for me and you...
Picasso's GiraffesA ghostly dog
Chasing his tail
Until the dawn arrives
A father and son
Cross the tiny creek
The reflection in the water
Hides the fish
That would have gotten grown bigger
With each story
A young girl
Lays under the willow
And gazes at the clouds
Until she quietly goes to sleep
A puff of smoke
And another world appears
Lost in the image
I wake up
To Picassos giraffes
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.