Me and positivity
Me and positivity
Me and positivity
No one can brake us apart
He'll be my friend, ti'll the end
He doesn't play pretend
Me and positivity
Me and positivity
Me and positivity
We only have, one enemy
His name is, negativity
We don't let him play with us, anymore
Kicked him away, made him pay
He washed up on the shore
Me and positivity
Me and positivity
Me and positivity
The one and, only
No one else, is quite like him
Makes me smile, on a whim
He's really, somthing else
Me and positivity
Me and positivity
Me and positivity
Makes me, happy
Me and positivity
Me and positivity
Me and positivity
No one can brake us apart
You can love a person
by not losing yourself;
And I have learnt it recently
after losing myself several times
for that one person I loved,
I still love, will love:
Rajeev, my second one,
after my first love died.
We went through separation several times,
life tested us, and we abandoned each other a thousand miles
metaphorically and physically too
and the mental distance continued.
Yet life brings us together again to check
maybe what's the maturity streak!
Have we learnt to love by keeping the boundaries too,
Or is it just another test and subscription renew?
This time I will not fail in this test,
I will choose myself first
and then will do the rest for my love's sake.
Yes, you can love someone
and still can't lose you!
You are the brave, the great, the beautiful,
you are always the first lover of you.
You can love someone,
but if they unlove, unfriend or disdain,
you should never afford to lose you.
Almighty always wants you to sustain
with the beautiful soul you are being given,
and should not lose yourself by anyone's disdain.
We should take the courage to face what have went wrong
And at the same time acknowledge what went right
We should count the days we became the happiest
We should not count the times we made mistakes
Remember you can either count the times we made mistakes
Or count the times you could learn from them
I love what I do and I enjoy the people around me:
My family at home, my friends at school, and my work.
I try to surround myself with positivity.
It’s the little things in life that give me a smirk.
There are those times, though, that I need to take a break
And listen to music or sit in a quiet place.
Sometimes, I just have to take a walk by the lake
And listen to the sounds of nature in its place.
Then I am ready to get back to my routine:
Work, then school, then home, and then back to work again.
My time is precious, and my world is a machine.
Positivity is the oil and my zen.
Be positive even when you don't feel like it
Negativity is the absolute worst thing that can enter your life
It's as simple as smiling
Just smile and you'll feel instantly better
Don't let negativity bring you down
Be happy, think positive thoughts
Be how you usually are, encourage yourself as well as others
Keep going, keep playing, keep fighting
No matter how mad, no matter how tired, no matter how broken down
Just smile
Because there's no positive in being negative
They own the applause,
but the Lord authored the light.
Many my mates born this day—
some gone,
some sick,
some wrestling quiet miseries.
Yet here I stand tall,
not in height,
but in faith
for all the Lord has made me witness.
A year better than the former.
My despair ripening into greatest expectation.
I look down memory lane,
tracing how it all began—
from one, to five, to ten, to fifteen, to twenty…
and now, the present calling.
Cheers to a year carrying certain questions
still unnamed.
Its enigmas shape the puzzle,
nudging me along the road to positivity.
Cheers to the paths I took
when they felt right in my chest.
Cheers to adapting, learning, observing,
and the quiet art of unlearning.
Alas— I do not say this often:
when I swing by your heart,
a prayer worthy
is all I ask of you.
— Afolalekan
Why do some Spirits haunt the Shade —
When Morning floods the Hill —
And cling unto a withered Thought
As though it were a Will —
They sip from Cups of former Storms —
Though Wells of Light run near —
And wrap their Hearts in winter Words
To armor them from Fear —
For Hope requires a tender Strength —
A Courage soft — and slow —
To mend oneself in quiet Rooms
Where only Truth may go —
Yet those who dare repair their Flame
Though small — and scarcely bright —
Become a Lantern for the Road
Of many lost in Night —
So mend the Glass — and lift the Wick —
Let gentler Fires start —
For mended Souls — though once in Dark —
Bring Sunrise to the Heart.
War needs people..Not versa visa.' Lets file
The threads down, less horror much nicer.'
Nasty is word not used enough' in correct
Context not in hussle and buzz, when lifes
Are lost, along with trust ' it would avail far
More to see rust and dust.' Consume the articles that send such pain, that take promise and enrichment time and again.'
Get rid of all verbiage, promoting death
Shun those messengers, allow humanity sweet breath, and breadth and length and
Height and depth, life rejoices more in loving
As hatred Goes to its home of death.'
Positivity
Positivity is the only language I speak
It suits me well
I represent myself
Can't you tell
Whether its a smile
Or warming your heart ??
I want Positivity to be apart
You'd be surprised
What Positivity can do
It gives you a whole different view
It even changes your attitude
It just does something inside
Brings a Joy you just cant hide
Positivity
Is all im giving
Thats
All I have in me
(Repeat 1x)
No negative energy
Its not caused for
Send positive energy and vibes
Represent your tribe
Show a difference
We all fall short
There is repentance
So much is going on in the world
We should change it
Reach out and be
The change the world need
Start it by giving Positivity
Positivity
Is all im giving
Thats
All I have in me
(Repeat 1x)
Positive is what we need
If you want to succeed
Give Positive energy
It comes right back
How great is that
Positivity
Is all im giving
Thats
All I have in me
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/02/2026
Looking back
from the heart
heals our past
When a mishap takes place...
I ignored it, and pressed on.
What else to do?
Grace is not always polished.
But I can smile between the screams.
If I stumble, that's how we grow…
and if luck feels absurd,
I'll chuckle all the way under...
Because every problem has a resolution
in its own time.
No matter how far the clouds may stretch…
I'm sure it won't last forever.
Life glimmers softly in its simple grace.
Do not complicate the gentle things
We never knew what comes next.
So live, and live fully.
When the mind faltered
Alternate timelines were born
Lines of realities blurred
Rifts of possibilities torn
Truth fading into the abyss
Chained to the unknown
Silently waiting for life's kiss
To shatter this stone cold throne
Provoking thy swarming thoughts
Clawing and scratching for the one
Blinded by hopes deemed naught
Until one's dreams are none
Walls shaking and quaking
Slashing and ripping
Sharpening newfound wings
Clutches of chaos beating
Sealing thy soul out of light
A chrysalis to preserve us
Away with our own blights
Evolving and growing, thus
Cage of ice and fire crumbled
Exile the grasping darkness, fabled
Sunshine soul resonating joyful vibrations
In a key of kindness, modulated by mirth,
With chords of joy, arranged in light,
And a symphony of smiles—
I approach my day.
Laughter echoes and resonates warmth,
In a cadence of contentment.
My soul is tuned to joy, lilting with laughter
And soft choruses of delight.
I welcome my day.
Serenity in symphony with bliss
In cascades of jubilant chorus
Of modulated merriment, cadenced glee
And overtures of ecstasy
I receive my day
Raptures rhapsody infused by zest
In a hush, a solaced timbre sings
An aria of elation, euphony in rapture
And harmony of heart
I embrace my day
"It's all going to be okay" he would say,
with no scent of doubt in his breath,
even as its aroma reeked from mine,
as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?"
I never figured out what made my dad so positive in life,
though I'm positively sure his life wasn't free from trial
and the upsetting detours that can uproot our foundations
and upend the tables of tradition we depended on.
On and on life goes like this,
until it ends.
I wonder
What traditions did my father depend on
and, lay to rest,
for something, better?
What pressures pressed him so thin
that he'd give up those things
he once loved so dearly?
Is that what transformed him
into the appreciative, hopeful, happy guy
we laid to rest?
She liked walking.
At a certain time of day—
As she’d pass my place,
Her pace would melt.
Like sugar on a stove,
Before quickly bubbling up,
As I opened the door.
All colours caught her eyes.
From the softest red,
To the brightest green—
She would lean towards them.
With shocking electricity,
That 1000 volt smile,
Brighter than any colour I’ve seen.
Presentations were her worst nightmare.
Something straight out of a thriller—
Her heart would beat out of it’s chest.
Though rest would escape it,
As she dashed out of the room,
Into the corridor,
Frantically grabbing my hand,
Before stopping once more.
A girl who did it all.
At the very least she did most—
Keeping her love hidden away.
She’d pray to never be hurt,
Pushing away those who care,
Hoping I’d see her smile—
But all I saw was her glare.
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