Hiding Happiness

Hiding Happiness

You would be surprised to know all the ways in which one can hide happiness. 

Have you ever seen Happiness burn? It crackles silently. Smoke that smells like love. It burns quickly but goes up in the most brilliantly coloured flames you have ever seen, that is, if you can catch a glimpse before it disappears. Like it was never there at all. 

After all, you cannot hide something, that no longer exists. 

5 Phases of Missing You

1. Like a drug addict. All craving and obsession. 

2. Like a drug addict in withdrawal. Violently. Constantly. 

3. Like missing summer. Fingers crossed and longing. Knowing there is nothing I can do to bring you back around but wait for the world to keep turning. Wait for fate to decide.

3. Like missing summer. Meaning sometimes I forget to miss you at all, until I look outside and realize you are no longer there, and fall asleep to images of you leaking into my dreams. 

4. Like missing childhood. Knowingly and resentfully and kindly. Wishing I had made more of it when I had it. Realizing I will never have it back now. Trying to recreate it, recapture it always. But it is gone. 

4. Like missing childhood. You left me with scars and fond memories. But you are gone. 

4. Like missing childhood. I miss it quietly and softly and out of the blue. But it is gone. 

5. Like missing hiccups. Remembering the way breathing hurt when you showed up for 5 solid minutes before youd disappear for however long you pleased. Remembering you were always annoying as hell whenever you decided to show up and wrack my body and leave me breathless. 

5. I miss you like hiccups. Meaning I don’t. 

Paola

Paola is tight brown curls and music note earrings. She is mismatched knee-high socks and thrift store band t-shirts.

Paola is sunshine smiles that crack you open and brown eyes that sew you back together. She is lilting music box laughter and the softest kind of surrender. She is a reminder that there is still good in this world, and that maybe I deserve some too. 

Paola has long since stopped asking me if I am okay but always makes sure I am before I leave. She is the embodiment of salvation, of mercy. She does not ask questions but instead makes the answer clear. She is from a softer place, a kinder era, yet belongs nowhere but here.

Paola is friends with father time and a favourite of lady fate. She is poetry's lover and muse. She is not the kind of girl who's presence demands to be written of. She is not the kind of girl that makes you feel something that compels you to take note of.

Instead, she is the kind of girl that poetry craves. That poetry unfurls itself for on the tip of every tongue who dare speak her name because Paola, is poetry material.

Adding to my last ask. Do you have any tumblr writers you'd recommend?

There are so many under-appreciated writers on this platform but they are all so talented and it would be impossible to justly give credit to all of them. If you look up ‘poertry’ tags or ‘short poems’ or ‘slam poem’ or ‘poets on tumblr’ you’ll get so many great pieces and blogs to follow. As for fan fictions and short stories, their are plenty if you look up their tags. Also @writerscreed is a great platform to see a variety of pieces and people. 

Mother, I am scared I cannot sleep There is a monster under my bed In the closet In my head It is all the things I have left unsaid It wears the most terrifying face of regret And whispers to most vile things Of everything that could have been It smells of sorrow and leaks puddles of tears Yet it never moves Like it is frozen in time Staring off at some distance thing Right through me As if it knows I am the one who has created it As though it knows I am the one who keeps it trapped here                                As though it can see all that would have been Just right there behind me But it never moves. This is what scares me most

Random Facts About Me : A Tag

I just reached 350 followers!? Thank you so much, everyone, for putting up with all my weirdness :)

Started by @hey-its-me-livia  (very lovely, thank you for your contribution) I was tagged by @birdyloverlightwood-bane (thanks girl!) Rules: State facts about yourself. It can be anything so get random af people

I’d love to go to Germany someday

I can’t swim...or ride a bike...yes I know, it’s sad

 I’ve worn the same pair of glasses since I got them in 5th grade

I’m an absolute sucker for book quotes, I will quote them in the most random situations

My name means pure in Arabic 

My favourite food is cake (yEs It CoUnTs DoNt YoU dArE tRy AnD tElL mE oThErWiSe) 

Tagging: @allduckskneelbeforeme @stryga-came-through @babebookish @harrybpoetry  @octavianblackthorn @sunsetsandspilledpoetry @dolores-hazy