Life poems

The “happy” hue

Yellow is never a happy color,
At least for me it is not.
It looks too pretentious
As if it’s trying so hard not to be blue.

It’s not surprising if one day,
Yellow stops being yellow.
And most would ask when
it started feeling mellow.

Yellow is not equivalent to happy,
no color should bear that task.
Gray or black or green or violet
And any other hue that comes to mind
can mean happiness
even every once in a while.

So yellow, be free to feel
For you were never meant to color
just the sun.

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Blessed be…

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for a simple word or action

can pierce their heart. 

An arrow,

not aimed at anybody 

can go straight in between their eyes.

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for they will be hiding their tears-

like how one hides an illicit affair-

in the dark, 

and with cowering fear of being caught. 

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for not everyone will understand 

the frailties of their heart. 

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for their own minds can be their foe. 

Clawing and shaming them 

for feeling their truest emotions. 

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for they are fighting a hidden war, 

may it be real or not to others. 

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for their greatest weakness 

is also their strength. 

By welcoming hundreds of blows in their chest, 

every single day, 

each time a little harder than the first, 

they become more compassionate. 

Blessed be the easily hurt, 

for there will be more aches to come. 

If

If in pursuit of happiness,

I have to look left and right

and find problems

that seem bigger than mine-

If in search of peace of mind,

I have to catch

scarier monsters that haunt

another’s waking and sleeping hours-

If in search of acceptance,

I have to seek solace in knowing

a familiar’s untold rejection

and learn I’m not the only one-

I’d rather not have them at all.