hapiness

All posts in the hapiness category

Dreamer

Published August 5, 2016 by Social Working Poet

At the end of the day we rest assured of the promised land.

The greatest place ever in history to visualise the future for us.

The greatest place ever in history to torment us emotionally and bring the excitement and frustration about the future.

We sleep anyway.

Dream anyhow.

For this life is an ever changing season

Advertisements

Thoughts

Published June 16, 2016 by Social Working Poet

I’m still searching for a place to call my own

A heart I cannot disown

A lover I cannot renounce

I’m still searching for a place to call my own

A pride

I can be proud of me

A smile

I can turn to when I cry

A slap on the face

When I’m overwhelmed with joy

I’m still searching…

Searching and searching

Searching for a place to call my very own.

A place where I can be free

A place where I can be me without question of fault, moral or society’s selection of whats wrong and whats right.

I’m searching…SelfieCity_20160515160831_org.jpg

 

 

I still see you

Published May 27, 2016 by Social Working Poet

in my dreams

you appear quite often

like a thought longing to be thought about quite often

you are that in me

you are like love surpassing my level of thinking

you challange me to think

you are like hate surpassing my level of loving

you challange me to love

you still make me believe in love

you make me believe in people

in all things kind

you are the reason i never play with people’s emotions

the reason i always make sure that i never leave  a conversation pending

you are one reason why i often introduce myself with a smile

and conclude my sentences with a simile

though death seperates us

a friend like you is truely amazing to keep in mind

the memories we had are continously giving me a bigger picture

always giving me precautionary signs when im about to get lost in the love loving route

And I quote

Published May 22, 2016 by Social Working Poet

We all bear that little innocence, in our hearts. The child in us never goes, never grows, she stays inside and take a closer look as the body enhances and as the mind develops.

She is that weeping soul inside that many feel she cannot be seen in public, that weeping soul that longs to scream and shout when happiness overshadows pain and even when pain greets her with a smile, she longs to scream, shout and let it all out.

But the body and mind’s development hinders that little soul from living life to its core…