Happiness In A Cup.

Happiness. Happy, A feeling: simple and joyous. Easily obtained. Easily lost. Seconds to change.

Associated with good.

How are you? Good, And you? Good, thankyou.

Good: good, happy, fine.

Sweet little lies we tell you.
Good, really? In this chaos, where is good?

Good is the ocean, in its violence?
Good is the tree, which snaps in the winds might?
Good is the people, with sweet little lies?
No.

Good is the ocean, in its peace.
Good is the tree, which sits swaying its sweet leaves in its flames of color.
Good is the people, the honest ones, truthful in their love.

Happiness, a feeling.

No Name

It's been awhile...no reasons, just no inspiration lately.
Its difficult wanting, yearning to express the way I feel when I myself have no I idea how I feel. But yet there are these spurts of moments, thoughts, words jutting out as if to touch the sky and then reversing, evaporating all to quickly to even write down. So its difficult expressing me. Instead I hide, blend in with cream smudged walls in back row seats of classes. Fallen into pattern I am just a silent being with a lost mouth. And so I come here in hopes of expressing myself, my thoughts, & feelings.

Lurking.

My head it swarms with thoughts. And as I write it is my hope my head will empty. But filled it is with thoughts of you. No matter how many I spill, your still here.

Report Card.

Today I recieved my report card. An A, B, B, and C+. For grade 11 those are decent marks. In fact looking at my past grades those are my best grades to date. But I would say this report card bogged me down the most. I felt little satisfaction in them. For a short moment I was pleased but that was all, nothing more, nearly 3 months of effort and that is what I recieved, a single piece of paper with a few comments and letter grades. 3 months! 3 months! And that was it? a piece of paper. enraged, with an urge to crumple it in to a ball and throw it off the earth. I keep asking myself is it all worth it, and I guess/hope in the end it is, because in this moment I am filled with such discouragement. A longing to quit sits in me, but with one report card left, I need, must, have to continue...

Day Dream. Snap.

You dream of being an artist, a fancy photographer, a traveller. A creator of pockets of imaginations. To live on the beach, or a house in Paris. To drink expensive wines while eating foreing cuisine. To listen to the music, move your feet and sway to the beat. To be known, admired, loved. Maybe this is not your dream, maybe its just an image to be longed. Snap- reality just called me. Lets follow our own feet, maybe we will end up in a foreign country, taking photos, admiring their culture. But maybe not, so lets be content in the present.

The Mighty Stand

I have forgotten the beautiful landscape that I am surrounded with. Giants. Magestic mountains stand tall, meeting the lines of the sky. I find peace within these stilled giants. I'm sure you would as well...

Rythems of Life..

You hop in your car, take off in a turtle speed, accelerating to the maximum potential on the quiet neighborhood street. You follow the guidlines, the signs, warnings, and street lights. A curve here and there and an urched stop, and your ride is done. Your a tad over the line but none to worry about. And off to the everyday rythem. A beat familiar to all. A bell, a bustle, a lesson, an assignment. Again, again, lunch, again, again, end. The end a relief for seconds, until you feel the mound of homework weighing your bag. Finish, eat, relax, sleep. Again.