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Jamie Jun 3
Seeing sunny play
Happy, excited and free
Tail wags happily

Crying with my mom
After a heavy movie
Letting the tears fall

Existing in
The vast water of the lake
Watching the sun fall

Reading a big book
Full of so many stories
Waiting to be told

Going down to the
Cabin to run and play
Splashing in the water

Laying in the grass
Sun looking down at me
To greet me hello

Small moments that feel
Incredibly freeing
And keep me okay.
The depths should
Cry out your name and
The winds ought to whisper
A solemn elegy for you

But Earth kept spinning
And the crowds kept laughing
Oblivious to the fact that
You're suddenly gone

How dare they
Finding happiness
In a world without you?
How could I ever forgive them for not mourning for you...?
Henryk Jun 1
A mother sees her son crying:

Mother: "My son, why are you crying".

Son: "mother I am in pain".

Mother: "Where does it hurt and I shall make it better".

The son points to his heart

Mother: "Oh my sweet boy. The only way to heal that which ails you is to confront that which you fear".

The son stares into the sky

Son: "Why...why, why must I feel this way"

Mother: "Because we are human, we laugh, we cry, we love. Sometimes it's not about the "how" you feel but the "why".

Son: "Mother, does the pain ever go away?"

Mother: " Of course it does, you have nothing to fear because everything will be alright in the end and if everything is not alright.......then it is not yet the end".

Son: "Mother, how did you overcome that which you feared?"

Mother: "Well that's simple. I met your father and we stepped into the unknown together. He said with something unsaid on both ends surely we know the difference" .

Son: " I understand now. It is not the "why" I must focus on but the "how" to move forward".

Mother: "One day you will find your reason to keep moving forward and it will surprise you in ways you could never imagine".
Elaine C May 30
falling apart in my bedroom
screaming at my head
skin sloughs off
on my back
fly up out the ceiling

they say
one in three diamonds
glow under ultra-violet light
maybe at some point
in my ultra-violet life
i will glow too.
i want to glow in the sun, burn up and become something beautiful.
Zywa May 30
Like a dancer she

floated into the applause --


and she looked at me.
Song "Attat ilaya" ("[That's how] She came to me", 2023, Ali Al Gaeth), sung by Ali Al Gaeth in the Meervaart Theatre in Amsterdam on November 25th, 2023, accompanied by Orchestre Partout and the Cello Octet in an arrangement by Oene van Geel

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in de 20s"
hyun May 26
maybe fire is a synonym
of compassion, and we
interpreted it differently.

and so when i tell you
that my heart burns passionately,
it isn't to say that you'll
get burned—

it is to let you know that, sometimes,
pain is a precursor to happiness,
and that nothing comes
without a cost.
Maria May 25
And she just wanted a little sunshine
Among this obscence malodorous mud.
She just wanted to hide in sun rays
From this dirtiness, from this crud.

And she just wanted to be joyful.
She wanted to laugh but not in hysterics,
That rippling laughter would wink with a smile.
She wanted a gladness, and no mysteries.

She also wanted a lot of snow,
So white, so huge, with snow banks!
But you found nothing better than damage all!
Aren’t you people? There’s nothing sacred!

And she just wanted a little happiness.
You were so stingy, and she would have shared.
She didn’t have grunge for you, she didn’t have meanness…
At the beginning… Look, what you’ve achieved that!  

Look, what you’ve turned the angel into.
She walks without the sun through the mud.
She’s lost, but she isn’t humiliated.
Why have you done all that to her, my God?!

All that she wanted was little sunshine,
A little warmth and simple happiness.
And you thought that it was ****** and silly.
You tore her soul to pieces! You’re merciless!

Torn to shreads, appalled and pained,
She still walks because she’s alive.
And you keep on spill all with mud,
Without seeing her, burn up and deprive.
This poem is filled with pain. It's an autobiographical story. I remembered it today because I need the strength that I had then, that pulled me through and helped me to move on...
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖
Zywa May 16
Happiness: a word

of adults, it's a word that --


hinders happiness.
Novel "the Passion" (1987, Jeanette Winterson), chapter 1 the Emperor

Collection "Thinkles Lusionless"
Zywa May 15
It's not permanent,

yet happiness does last long --


as a memory.
Aphorism by Karel Boullart: Geluk is een kort genot en een lange herinnering (Happiness is a short pleasure and a long memory)

Collection "Stall"
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