IN PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

   ~IN PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS~

Some think it could be found in the lies of politics

So they select blindly.

Others think it could be apprehended by inscribing

Their deepest emotions on plywood boards,

Lifting them high above their shoulders like a flying kite. …

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

THE SILENT WATCH

~THE SILENT WATCH~

He looks-

He stares.

All without a word,

All without a sign,

But with sympathy

And empathy.

Forgiving and forgetting-

From His fat heart.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

EASY

~EASY~

When I was young and feeble

When I was mild and meek

Everybody liked me

They loved me.

Even those who were against my arrival smiled

As I smiled with ignorance

They kissed me

Everybody loved kissing me

Everybody

Loved my company because I brought

Them some sort of unimaginable happiness.

Every mouth kissed me

Both stinking and sweet scented mouths

Due to cosmetics.

Bad breathe people and fresh breath people

Showered saliva on me.

Girls seduced me, most played with my toy.

When I was weak and helpless

Oh!

How I have suffered due to

How people mishandled me in the name of love.

But now I am old and strong

Nobody wants me near, nobody wants to give even a hug.

Everybody has shunned me

All those who hailed me when I was ignorant and naive

Have rejected me, for then I was pretty and handsome

When I was a baby –But now I’m ugly.

They say, so nobody wants to give me a kiss

Men like new things-I have seen

But rejects it when old-I felt life would be easy

So I smiled always-not knowing those who

Tickled me to laughter would one day

Tickle me with their words and let my eyes laugh out loud

By calling me a messed up-

Forgetting some days past they raised me up.

This world is not easy as we see it in childhood

Those who raised you to laughter

Are the same to raise your emotions up into tears

Men love new things, but abandons them when old.

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© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

OFTEN TIMES

~OFTEN TIMES~

Sometimes it hurts,

Other times it does not.

Sometimes it feels good.

At times it does not feel good,

But often times no matter the situation,

 It hurts.

Sometimes the pains are not felt.

Other times it becomes a mixed feeling,

Sometimes the pains

 That come with it are like,

Needle piercing the heart.

But often times,

It feels like the heart is being pounded

In a mortar with a Javelin.

Sometimes it frees you from all earthly cares.

Other times it creates for you,

More earthly cares and pain.

Sometimes it’s sweet,

But often times, it’s sour.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

WITH A BROKEN HEART

~WITH A BROKEN HEART~

I shall write;

About you,

About I.

About nature,

About everything.

With a broken heart,

I still shall write.

Even when you depart from me

Hoping and thinking,

Wishing and rejoicing

That you have caused me much pain,

And that I will sink this sailing ship.

 That I will lose it,

Lose my passion,

Lose my muse,

Lose myself.

I just want to let you know;

I shall keep writing.

Even if my eyes get plucked,

From it sockets.

My brain shall still function.

With the last nerve

Hanging on my heart, weakly holding it

I shall still function.

I shall still write.

With a weak beating heart.

For nothing can stop me now,

Or forever for it is not in my flesh.

Not in my blood and bones-

But in my soul!

So with a heart broken,

A heart smashed with the hammer

Of your goodbyes-

Beyond repairs,

I still shall write;

About you,

About I.

About nature,

And about everything.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015