Warmth, joy, a love so true,
Emotions I never knew—
Not until my soul met yours,
Not until you opened doors.

I once believed in fairy tales,
Foolish dreams that always failed,
But then I saw the way you stare,
And found my home within your care.

You say the words don’t come with ease,
But love speaks soft in moments seized.
Your smallest acts, the way you see
The parts of me I thought unseen.

Your laughter lifts, your smile shines,
A light that feels forever mine.
I’d fight the world, I’d stand so tall,
Just to see you through it all.

I know that nothing gold can stay,
That time may steal this love away,
Yet still, I beg the stars above—
Make you my endless, only love.

For though your lips stay quiet still,
Your heart speaks louder than your will.
And though these words I dare not say,
I’ll love you more with each new day.

Smile lines or frown line
It's a bit hazzy

They both look same
You couldn't possibly discern them

From a first meeting
You need to be a fixture

To tell which ones fit the puzzle perfectly

I think it's amazing to smile through pain

Look it into its eyes
And flip it off

But I also think it's groundbreaking

To acknowledge not being OK

To be scared
To run away from the slightest uncertainty

And finally let the water-fall flow

I've lost the gift of water-flow

But I'm holding on to the gift of smile

Doesn't matter what spectrum
Fits the case perfectly

It was suppose to be a happy occasion,
I heard

A proud moment
I understood
For every soul linked to me

But I felt the opposite

Felt ashamed

Walking around

Limping,staggering

You could see from miles a way

I was deplicted in every sense

I was a coward I couldn't take the easy way out

So I bleed myself out in a noble way

A way that would allow another being a chance to live

And grant me more suffering

Maybe if I'm lucky my heart might decide to tap out

And I'll get to smile.

I weep, I smile
there are seagulls

अभी कुछ हसी बाकी हैं मुझमे,
मुझे जी भरकर हंस लेने दो।
वरना ये शाम, ये रातें तो बस कट रही है।

Your pretty pretty eyes,
Don’t look at me with them.
Your pretty pretty smile,
Goshhh stop it!!
The pretty pretty hair,
And the pretty pretty you,
But all I end up saying is oh cool.

I make them smile,
not for ease,
nor for the brief bloom of laughter—
but because the world is a weight,
and lightness must be carved
by hands willing to bear the chisel.

I have seen sorrow move like a tide,
dragging its wreckage ashore,
leaving eyes hollow, shoulders bent,
hearts shaped like doors
that open to emptiness.

I have watched the weary—
not dying, but unlit,
not grieving, but undone—
souls curled inward like autumn leaves
that never learned the grace of falling.

So I place joy like a candle
in the cavern of the ribcage,
let it flicker against damp walls of doubt,
let it whisper—however briefly—
that there is still warmth, still wonder,
still a reason to lift the chin
toward the sky and call it home.

A smile is not salvation,
but it is rebellion—
against the hush of despair,
against time’s indifference,
against the notion
that we are meant to suffer in silence.

Let them call me foolish—
say laughter is fleeting,
that joy is a trick of the light.
I will still shape it, scatter it,
send it forth like a dandelion seed
that does not care
where the wind takes it—
only that it was given,
only that it was free.

Have some confidence,

smile a while and think of cuttin' back,

think of how hard this winter is
most places where it is winter now,

and all the houses are rubble, we see
we almost…

in some ways…
on some levels… true, we can feel

we breathe the same winds, we hold
truths self evident, by faith we found,

sheer mind fog hedge hog white horse
chase minding, hedged bets,
we'll laugh every day,
in joy, for strength,
l'chaim
peace of mind is what we stalk.

We think we pray silently.

We think we all do,

hope and wish and pray all call
fix it make it better for all, eh

liberty, completely agreed to by
most…
we must imagine the old trick,
freedom isn't free, inside the fence/

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How come we to be the first generation ever
to breathe dust from Alamogordo and beyond

co incident… in the scope of what we can imagine,

Earth, as seen from Saturn via global science access.

Any where such truths are not denied by law.

How come is not the same query as why, because

words mean things, ghost
of Limbaugh. Being causal

points, peak mind share,
Superbowl .64% All eyes worth, all the value
rushed
to all the advertisers and stakeholders
on the line,
oh, you know, it could be money,
on the line…
99.36% of all attention payers, paid none.
But… stop
think 127000000 or so, simultaneously hoping
that's a lot,
to high heaven they don't choke, oh, the thing
e-feared holy hell we say some stupid blessing

sneeze gnosisnot too fine
to finally think gesundheit, so fine.

Smiles are a peculiar thing
I find yours infectious
Crawling on my mouth
So when you look at me
I look at you too

If only your smile found its way onto mine
So that they can intertwine
Delicately and passionately
So when your hand is on my body
Mine is on yours too