Swords Stabbing Sweetness
Unresisting happiness
Gloom gives up and goes home
Sadness says fuck it and flees
Darkness turns on the light
Afraid of itself
Clouds migrate across skies of bright light
Tore it up
That sign that said ‘happiness not allowed’
Shredded lies and fear
Planted seeds of serenity
The news today
Drove us to the edge
And then backed away
Not this time
Not ever again
Until such time as this car can fly
Or we’re attached to the earth
Rivers flow cutting channels through pain
Fish swim through our feelings
In schools of thought
Rain can’t decide where to fall
Whether to fall
Or if it should just go away
In this balloon we look down
On all the things that might have been
On this moon we breathe freely
As though we’re each other’s oxygen
And soon we’ll be together
A feeling we can’t wait to have again
We touch like sugar swords
Stabbing sweetness into each other’s skin

Your words always touch me.
You want me to tell them to stop?
No, Please dont!
I think this is my favorite. I love this!!
It’s pretty happy, huh? I’ve got a lot of happy things to inspire me.
It’s so visual….I really felt a lot of it. Well done, I feel like I say that to you quite often, but it is well deserved.
I really appreciate it every time you do. I don’t want words to disappear into the air.
Somehow I think your poetic brilliance never will.
Oh now….
“We touch like sugar swords
Stabbing sweetness into each other’s skin”
These lines remind me of the meaning of my name. You do have a way with words Mr. Hotspur.
You mean SassyFrassyLassie?
Thank you again!
Close. My name means sweet as the honey bee. Stinger and all. Not that I am necessarily proud of that, but it is apart of who I am.
You mean your real name?
Yes. And I have not forgotten about your V. Day spoon. Making it today along with my husband’s. Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr. Hotspur!
And Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Ms. Lassy
Hey. Your Valentine’s Day sweet nothing. I hope Mrs. H. doesn’t mind.
http://weeeeeeeeeeeblog.wordpress.com/2013/02/14/for-mr-h-2/
Oh my god, that’s fucking perfect! Dark and white chocolate, bacon… wow, thanks!
Glad you like it. The husband ate the dark one and said it was quite good. I fed the white chocolate and bacon spoon to my son, but he wasn’t having it after one bite.
Nope, never mind that. I just looked over at his spoon and it’s empty. Guess he liked it after all. I hope you are having a good day. I am. Surprisingly.
I’m not surprised. You made chocobacon
On a stick!
You’ve done it again. I could live on this blog, but i fear eventually you will charge me rent =-D
I do have a couch. Ha ha! Maybe I should change the background to a huge pillow room, or a bed and breakfast.
There’s a thought!
I have had more inspiring things come into my world today… it just keeps coming.. well, bring it! I love every minute of this day.. I loved this piece, as another piece of my day! ~J
Thank you… I was inspired too
I love all your prose but I really like your happy ones!
I love when I’m happy