Other Ppl's Happiness

Not a poem [SHOCKER!] but I feel the need to express myself. Whenever I'm feeling down and out, or a little bit distressed, I feed positively off other people's happiness. I cannot begin to express the joy I feel for those who I appear to be happy. When surrounded by happiness and smiles I can't help but enjoy their happiness vicariously. It reminds me that sadness is just a temporary state of being that passes with time. Seeing other happy people let's me know that I to shall have my sheer happiness in due time. Whenever I have a bad day or two,the simple things, such as seeing an adorable picture of a happy couple or a couple holding hands on the train puts a big smile on my face, almost as if their joy is contagious. It's rare for me to be around positive people and not catch on to their positivity. It pisses me off when people who are feeling down feel the need to ruin other people's happiness, as if the whole world should revolve around the fact that they are sad. I feel that happiness is a wealth that should be shared as much as possible. So if you see me around and I appear to a little down and out, send a smile my way, I'd greatly appreciate it.

Breath Of Fresh Air

Stress relieved, I can't complain, as happiness resonates through me. I am finally free. Feelings of pride derived as I stride with my head held high. No need to sigh as life gets better each day that passes by. Can't be broken down, so don't you dare try. Breath of fresh air as with a wish and a prayer all signs of sadness are replaced. Cleansed, renewed, washed of all disgrace. Feeling brand new. Developing into a better person, far more improved. Watch out, I'm not the girl I used to be and may no longer be the girl you used to know. While others are frozen in time, I continue to blossom and grow.

Shhh.....

Don't say a word. Feelings project louder when felt, not heard. Don't utter a single phrase. Let us embrace the moment and be amazed. Silence, don't make a peep. Unspoken words travel further deep. Close your mouth and let conversation travel down south. Just hush, and for once let our bodies discuss. Expression is at its best, the longer we're undressed.