*Exo-Happiness' Words*

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Here you go. Hopefully you will all find you relevant threads, so you can post onto them. I will try and copy and paste everyones stuff over to their designated threads now

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One from the september themes

It all seems nicer when it rains
The pathetic phalicy is false.
The trees may seem darker,
The sky heavier,
But the dense beauty of the atmosphere
Resonates with the sounds of weather.

The pitter patter of love.
The cries of laughter.
The tappings of happiness.
Are all trapped within those
Droplets of water.

The same drops that fill
Our planet with pools of necessity.
Lakes and rivers and streams
All flowing or at a standstill.
Rippling with circular smiles.

The trees glisten with the skie's diamonds.
The grass evokes a smell of autumnal fun.
It all seems nicer when it rains.

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When I used to doubt any ability you have Alice, this makes me lookt he fool, don't know why I ever disliked your stuff, I think this is rather bloody touching

I think back to the times
of crossed fingers
and linked arms.
Of dolly mixture
and pasta shapes.

I remember those days
of pointless,
jealous,
arguments.
And the hugs and laughter which followed them.

I remember looking at you.
Seeing your sister's eyes
and your brother's physique.
But only you beyond.

The phone calls and secret messages
of endless friendship and memories.
Of determination and encouragement.
Such similar goals.
Such similar people.
Such strong love.

I open the door to a stranger.
'Who are you?
If you see my best friend,
Tell him
I miss him.'

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I hear of people with two faces
Apparently they lie
Bitterly.

I lie awake at night
And think how someone could hurt
Those they say they
Love.

With twisted words,
Spurting cruelly from two mouths.
The devil’s work

Their eyes often gleam sunshine blue.
Yet their second set of sight
Is mutilated with jealous red
And envious purple.
Colours of unease.

Yet the power these double headed beasts
Possess,
Is the ability to take
Any recognition of their disgusting diagnosis
As nutrition.
They feed off your truest words.

By pointing out their doubled features,
You should only expect sobbing hurt
from the sunshine blue.
Yet spurts of vicious disgust
From those purple or red eyes.

Luckily,
If the beast takes on it’s evil post
With any kind of skill,
Their horrid words should
Remain hidden from your view.
Left behind your back.
Only to fuel the paranoia.

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I can see the road laid out before me
It is empty
Apart from the hundreds of faces
Walking the opposite way

Just as you did.

I ignore them,
They are nothing to me.
Faces set in my mind
Just for an instance
Until the next strange face comes along
And that too stays briefly.

Just as you did.

I climb the steady hill
Tripping ever so slightly
On a loose rock.
I grasp the fence for support
But it falls from under me.

Just as you did.

Strong,
I clamber to my feet
And continue up the hill.
The brow appears
But introduces to me only
A steep
Winding
Dangerous
Downwards spiral.

Just as you did.

I slump to the floor
Willing the strength to combat my body
And lift me high.
Higher than the stars.
An escape route
From the horror of my racing mind.
Instead I can only
Slump
Further into myself.
Until nothing is left of me
But a dense object.
Resembling a crushed coke can.
A youth passes me
And kicks me
Hard
In the chest.
Little does he know it hurts.
But I don’t mind.

[Exo-Happiness]

Thanks for this Ant.

[Exo-Happiness]

You will beg for the lives you’ve ripped apart
How could you send a soul so far from home?
Screaming and dreading it right from the start
Hundreds with me but I still feel alone

Death, rats, disease, but still you make me stay
Millions of acres soaked in their blood
We signed up with pride but now we must pay
Days come and go, nights in darkness and mud

Bodies fall along with our country’s pride
The numbers rise with every rifle round
Not one night has passed where I have not cried
Is this my life? Is this where I’m bound?

A bond like war, loneliness my one friend
Everyday waiting my fate of the end

[Exo-Happiness]

I read a passage about a hill
and a phone box
and it inspired me.
I begin to think that this hill
and the ringing phone
are a psychological condition
that this author has.

Either that or it is a persona.
A pretence he has created in order to bring his writing alive.
That’s what I need.
A charade.
Some kind of repetition within
my own writing to make it more interesting.

But my hands continue to shake.
I walk to take
my mind off
it and sit on the bench in the park and think.

But thinking puts my mind back
on it so I look around.
I can see
trees and ducks and three children kicking a ball they make me feel older than I should feel.
But today I feel happy.

[Exo-Happiness]

Why do i hope for things beyond my reach
I beg for silence, their loss of speech.
Incessant smiles and wishing pride.
I can't help but long for someone to confide.

The hills and tarns can hide my nose
as i try to maintain the happy pose
Inside I know I will not succeed
Yet they refuse to understand me

I see my dreams end ahead
The years of hardwork work lie, now dead
I hang back and let them walk along
I know this really is not where I belong

[Exo-Happiness]

The castform swims the fold
That lies between the bands
The lines dividing corn and sheds
Watches tell the acorn lands

Strings to your bow of month
Monsters surf the rising grass
Chains of trees grip their eyes
Futuristic victors watch them pass

The bodies feed the roots of hearts
Rainbows shield hate from the seas
Covers bring light to stars
As daisies surrender to the bees.

[Exo-Happiness]

Love is a colour
A confused black
A deceitful sound
A heartless crack

Love is a memory
The taste still there
I long for its return
But it’s too much to bear

You think you want it
But I know thoughts lie
After time it may appear
Before a swift goodbye

It is so very rare
For love in time to stay
Keep your heart your own
Don’t let it fall away.

[Exo-Happiness]

I sit cross legged in my shower.
Fully clothed.
There are some things best left unseen.
I telepathically send mandatory
Requests
To the beads of water
Do not touch my skin.

I find myself writing
Over the words of a robot.
Words which are false.
Vandalising,
I am not.
Correcting?

The silence of bombs meets my ears.
I think of guns
And tattoos.
And as I write my
Thoughts
Over these words that I have not read,
The reality hits.

The silence
Is far more destructive
Than any of the weapons
That create it.
Or the words which describe it.

[Exo-Happiness]

Old Light.

They freckle the skies
Forming random shapes and images.
History of the past
And present
Is held within their shine.
Victims to their beauty,
All that lies beneath is inferior.
Worthless.
Yet they continue to trick and amaze
With their predictions
Of weathering events.
They are keyholes through the years.
Yet they are just old light.

[Exo-Happiness]

I can see the road laid out before me
It is empty
Apart from the hundreds of faces
Walking the opposite way

Just as you did.

I ignore them,
They are nothing to me.
Faces set in my mind
Just for an instance
Until the next strange face comes along
And that too stays briefly.

Just as you did.

I climb the steady hill
Tripping ever so slightly
On a loose rock.
I grasp the fence for support
But it falls from under me.

Just as you did.

Strong,
I clamber to my feet
And continue up the hill.
The brow appears
But introduces to me only
A steep
Winding
Dangerous
Downwards spiral.

Just as you did.

I slump to the floor
Willing the strength to combat my body
And lift me high.
Higher than the stars.
An escape route
From the horror of my racing mind.
Instead I can only
Slump
Further into myself.
Until nothing is left of me
But a dense object.
Resembling a crushed coke can.
A youth passes me
And kicks me
Hard
In the chest.
Little does he know it hurts.
But I don’t mind.

[Exo-Happiness]

Light/Dark:

Bedroom light.
My vision is impaired.
I look and stare
But all I see is a prosthetic
me.
And superfluous items.
Make up.
A cactus.
Wardobe
And bed.
Items necessary to daily life.
But in the scope of things,
unimportant.

Bedroom dark.
Now my eyes will never deceive me.
As all I see is nature.
The sillouhette of the birch
That has watched me grow.
Peered into my eyes as each dawn breaks.
Shared with me the insomniac nights.
The stars and the moon
Like sparkling diamonds in the deep abyss.
(Cliche intended).

The mutual Darkness is what makes me see.
The difference in light
Either side of the glass pane,
Morphs the world.
In indecisive ways.