"If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time." - Edith Wharton
Inspired by a discussion with brods Jess Gopez and Nelson Reyes on happiness and sadness.
Long, long time ago, there was an… Alone in a mountain cabin a white-… He tried to adopt a dog But instead he got a hog For he was told to get a dog he ne…
Dark nimbus clouds are threatening But no! It won’t ruin my morning For with Nature I’m communing And to the Almighty I’m praying! The wind is strong, trees are sway…
Her eyes, the color of midnight, Glared at him, an eternity He froze in his tracks, full of fr… Unsure and feeling so guilty Then she grinned and his face turn…
I live in a four-walled box A TV, a couch, pictures on the wa… But my heart is homeless A sweetheart, no one I can call Night time in this big city
nestled in my folds a serpent sleeps, coiled in fate waiting for her touch sweet figs mask the whispered deat… gold and venom, silken breath
An old photograph Once colorful But not anymore It’s all I have To remind me
Popular dating site that’s how the… Common interests that's the attrac… So a week after then, first date w… Both hoped the initial interaction Will be pleasant, friendly, enjoya…
You never bury the dead, an old sa… For the dead stays around now and… Their memories kept alive with son… It’s a human trait; we keep on rem… She’s departed now, gone beyond th…
It’s all over, darkness is no more The thunder clouds have lifted And the morning mist has vanished Spirits of the night are now defea… The sun is brilliant up in the hea…
Carpe Diem Through the sky, morning light bre… Dancing leaves move with the breez… I walk slow purposefully For today’s joy, I will seize!
Plucked from a tree branch Shoved into a witch’s hand; I had big dreams, man! Not to be some cursed death snack My fate is truly out of whack
Many friends had he During his time of plenty Now the room’s empty. In his season of trouble Alone in the crucible
The pitter patter of the rain As droplets hit the window pane Soothed her much like a lullaby And she found herself in a dream Flying free, riding a moonbeam,
In the porch, a swing painted whit… Where starry-eyed lovers used to s… Now empty in the morning sunlight For hearts no longer in unison bea… © F Aparici
We place them high on marble thron… Their names in gold, their faults… We craft them bright; we paint the… Ignoring all their flesh and bones From distant heights, they seem di…