HAPPY-ness
Happiness is but a distant dream,
unreachable by great extremes.
Yet once so close, or so it seemed
but time had passed and so did dreams.
An empty shell, what’s left of me.
A heart that’s full, what used to be.
A sun that shines, that’s dull indeed.
A better life I thought I’d see.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| So long… | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| HAPPY-ness | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| Brand New Dream | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| All the days | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| Expect the unexpected | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| Live Life | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| ‘Cause love’s like this | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| Hello and Goodbye | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| I really want to die | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| My One-sided Love | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| au cœur brisé | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| Its Ok | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| I Love You | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| Bitter Ending | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| Is this Love? | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| In Search for Love | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
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