"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.
Not a word spoken today Not a single person seen Just the four walls of my room Lonely, my whole world has been But I took flights of fancy
The debris that weigh us down, It’s best to let them go To compassion, open our hearts And let the feeling show Let the flotsam float away,
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…
A nine-month old baby girl A terror on her walker As she scares the dogs away Feet she’ll gladly run over Vroom! Vroom! ‘round the house sh…
A pale gold light in the far horiz… As morning shadows retreated quick… Vanishing totally with the midday… But then, shadows reappeared slowl… Cloaking all things before day is…
Many friends had he During his time of plenty Now the room’s empty. In his season of trouble Alone in the crucible
Incredible, amazing, living in an… Days often sunny, the nights alway… Then comes a hurricane All that wind and rain Terrifying storm that from the dar…
“Sweetie, it’s not you, it’s me! I care about you, don’t you see?” It seems he hears that everyday… It’s an awful, hurtful cliché… And so ends his latest romance
Surrender not; hope, give up never Look east! Rising, the radiant su… Soonest, it’s rays will warm us al… Light shall banish darkness, and w… Fret not therefore, the Lord shal…
The biting wind howls A drunk insolent hound The moon and stars Nowhere to be found The night dreary and cold
Ceramic birdbath in the yard There, two robins splashing at pla… Reveling in mid-day sunshine But big redbird shooed them away The cardinal claims the whole bath
just for laughs. or is it? i asked robbie to write me a love poem that I can post tonight when I get home
within him a monster clamoring to come out from slight, hurt, anger where all beasts sprout a fiend he must conquer
Yes, he’s smart, way smarter than… Not me of course; though that’s de… But now he’s departed to the other… A deep sadness I feel; it’s unavo… Rivals we weren’t, but we could ha…
Trifling it isn’t Life’s a very precious gift That goes quick and swift Something we should never waste So don’t spend our days in haste