Archive for happiness

In a little White Box

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 29, 2013 by Myra's Circle

In a little white box
In a little white room
Sits a little white angel
Alone on the shelf.

Her halo is broken
Her wings are bent
Her work is hard
Her pay is low.

Yet she sits there,
Forever entrusted
With a load even heavier
Than that of a broken halo.

In that little white box,
In that little white room
Sits a little white angel
Praying for happiness.

My Smile

Posted in Happy Poems, Hopeful Poems, Poems with tags , , , , , , , on June 28, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Beauty and colours,
For the first in a long while,
I can’t sleep at night,
I don’t want to miss a second of my smile.

Sunshine, and warm embraces,
Warm upon my shoulders,
The warmth spreads further,
Squashes the sadness like boulders.

Mindlessness and silence,
That’s my state of mind,
It feels so good right now,
Happiness of a kind.

The world feels beautiful again,
Now my smile is here,
It feels so different,
From the ones that cover tears.

No longer faked, no more pretend,
I know my smile is real,
It no longer needs to cover up,
All the troubles that I feel.

Prayers for the Helpless

Posted in Poems, Prayers, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 22, 2013 by Myra's Circle

To all the sadness in the world,
When happiness inside, is curled,
Comfortably, warmly by the flames,
I pray, whilst all happiness shames.

For all the lonely people left,
The sad and lonely people, ever so deft,
The ones which pain is indebted to,
I pray for every single one of you.

The ones who’s lives were taken with haste,
To those whose tears are thicker than paste,
I pray your hearts will heal someday,
Someday not so long away.

To the cruelty in your eyes,
Of a past pain it signifies,
I pray for whatever makes you mean,
The hurts that shall remain unseen.

For all the people, present and past,
Who try to get through life so fast,
Hurting won’t reduce the pain,
It only makes you feel insane.

The Cycle

Posted in Happy Poems, Hopeful Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 7, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Happiness returns again,
Fades in and out,
It lives inside for a while, and then,
My mind is filled with doubts.

It is a circle, a wild cycle,
It never seems to cease,
My mind refills and now is full,
Of sadness thick as grease.

I look out at my present and wonder,
I wonder how it could be,
How this sadness, and hunger,
For something more to be.

I cry a little at life’s imperfections,
Then smile a little about mine,
It’s a disease, a rapid infection,
From it I learn to be kind.

It comes again, the cycle repeats,
It never seems to end,
Yet still my sad heart beats,
Forever, and ever, my friend.

Shiona

Posted in Hopeful Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , on May 16, 2013 by Myra's Circle

As Shiona scuttled across the dry pavement to the publishers’ on a windy Thursday, she hoped, just hoped that her piece would be accepted.  She knew it was nothing special or anything, just a bit of random scribble that entered her head at the oddest time, but it was worth a shot.  She walked cautiously through the door, calculating each step carefully, afraid to make too much noise.  She looked around, and found herself alone, in a small, welcoming room.  There was only a desk and two chairs, one on either side of it.  A small woman comes into the room, smiling warmly when she sees Shiona.  “Hello, you can call me Adrianna.  How can I help you?”  the woman is a warm, welcoming type of woman, not at all the sensible and strict woman that Shiona knew.  She was pretty too, with soft auburn hair and tan skin that perfectly set off her emerald green eyes.  “Um, yes, hi… I would like… I mean I was wondering if you would…”  Shiona breaks off, once again scolding herself for being so unable to speak normally, like everyone else.  Why can’t I be confident in myself, just for this one moment?  She wonders painfully.  No matter how many times she thinks that, it still hurts.  Insecurity never goes away.  Shiona tries her best to break away from her thoughts, and hands Adrianna the papers in her hand.  “Here,” she says, avoiding eye contact.  Adrianna takes the papers, and flips through them without reading them.  “OK then, I’ll read through this, and let you know,” she says with a charming smile.  Shiona instantly feels disappointed.  She knows that there isn’t much chance of the small publisher publishing her work, especially since that sentence usually means, “Thanks but no thanks, see ya later.”  Shiona just smiles and says, “Thank you,” in a small voice.  She leaves, slouching over, and trying not to make much eye contact with anyone.

A week later, Shiona receives a text on her mobile, and glances down nervously at it, expecting the worst.  It doesn’t come.  Instead, a feeling of joy and relief and happiness sweeps over her as the best, most unexpected news of all comes.  Tears of joy spring to her eyes, flowing down her cheeks freely, and she doesn’t wipe them off.  After all this, after all she’d been through, the insecurity, the sadness, the pain, she finally meant something.  Shiona, the lonely one, the misunderstood one, Shiona, the sad one who hides behind a smile, finally matters.  She lets out a careless scream of happiness, as she smiles for real for the first time in ages.  Only months later, the story of the month was “Dark”, by Shiona Tomas.

Hi.

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , on May 15, 2013 by Myra's Circle

This is just a poem to say,
I’m sorry for how I am today,
I will get better, soon, I think,
It might just take a few more blinks.

I wish I could tell you why,
Or how I feel like I’ll just cry,
And then all I have to say,
Is why I am acting this way.

But that will never happen, not now,
I don’t even quite know how,
How I will ever speak to you,
Of things that pain me through and through.

So basically all this states,
Is that I will have to wait,
For happiness that no longer sighs,
So all this poem really says is HI.

The Angels Won’t Guide Me.

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , on May 11, 2013 by Myra's Circle

The angels hate me,
I know they do,
They must despise me,
That much is true.

They won’t watch over,
Nor will they guide,
And they will leave me there,
All happiness aside.

They really must hate me,
If they refuse to hear my cries,
But maybe they think they’ll be,
My quietest lies.

I am alone,
And the angel’s aren’t there,
All love has been thrown,
But the angels don’t care.

No angels to guide me,
No angels to understand,
No angels to see,
That this I can’t handle.