I wish I was joyful. I’ve fallen into the pit of apathy and wistfully long for that feeling of lightness, of floating above the world and feeling like I meant something. Instead, my life feels heavy and all the joy has left. I don’t feel at all now. Joy is a thing of the past.
joyful
full of joy
nothing else but joy
even on the rainest days
she found some way to smile
she danced in the rain
laughed at her pain
life was too short
to be anything
but joyful
I was joyful. I was always joyful. It filled a hot air baloon then floated off around the world. It will only take 80 days to circumnavigate the globe right?
full of it. joy up to my nose, down through my toes. can’t get enough of your smile joy. joy that goes deep into the pumping valves of my heart knowing only one necessary thing… He’s alive!
happy
pregnant
summer
smiles
clouds
sunshine
peace
beach
sunglasses
time
hardees
stepdad
guns
alcohol
money
white house
time
bob dylan
concert
baseball
sexy
eyebrows
latin
take
cheers
drinking
bars
soap
bass
cchurch
love
lake
floats
sunscreen
towels
bags
rocks
pizza
beer
pineapple
salad
mellow
mushroom
there was once a man named joyful.
his hair was the color of the wind.
his eyes sparkled like sunshine.
and his mouth curled up like an orange rind.
the man was full of surprises.
and one day he just disappeared.
a feeling of bliss a bright blue sky and happy birds chirping, feeling very light and lovely as if everything is suddenly beautiful. your eyes catch the light and glisten even on a cloudy day. joy a feeling we all strive for.
Joyful joyful we adore thee
This thing is dumb. Sorry, I won’t buy into your little games. What is this supposed to do for me? What’s in it for you?
Yeah, I like word association games and phsychological tests as much as anyon, but I really have nothing of value to type.
That means that I don’t have anything of value to type.
It dos NOT mean that anything I type is just so valuable as an exercis eor something….I should learn how to spell and also fix my “e” key. What if it didn’t work right there? How would you know?
Is this thing counting my words per minute? What happens when we hit a minute? Oh noes what if it is, I must keeeep tyyyyyyping.
Maybe not., Ooooh, a scroll bar.,
Ok, I’m pretty sure that my time is up on this thing. Yeah….oh wait, a thing was up there. A tiny little strip. You expect me to be looking at the screen at all, evn that little insignificant invisibility?!?
Ok, sumbitting now.
yeah we are joyful.
we ride in cars that are too stuffy and adjust the adapter to your music.
it never works well but eases the fact we just dropped off your sister
thats okay because we were asked.
we dont do much but we have joyful times
.
As the sounds of joyful children echoed in her ears,Emily slipped the drug dealer her cash. She didn’t want to, she needed to. Drugs were her life. Sadly, she hadn’t been the one to choose this life. Why did her mother have to use while she was pregnant?
I was anything but joyful. That was so embarrassing! And in front of the whole team! I had been frustrated with myself before, but this- this was a new low. I was ashamed. Joyful. Hah. Anything but.
Ah, this word should bring back memories of better times, but nothing comes to mind. My life is surrounded by so much yearning, so much impatience for the future, that I am entirely unable to contemplate the jubilant memories of the past. Plodding forward is all I can think of.
The feeling you get when you know everything is finally going your way. The way a person smiles at you showing that they love you. Smiling back and knowing that they are your everything and your world.
She was the very definition of joy. The way she leaped around the room, smiling, laughing, not a care in the world. The way she looked up at me through the curtain of her hair, beaming. The way her pigtails bounced when she did. No worries, no fears, no regrets.
nothing makes me happier than being with the one i love. i have never felt such elation sharing every minute that i can with him we’re so in love. of course we have our bad days, but so does everyone. i can’t wait to marry him and have his children. he means the world to me and more. i don’t know what i’d do without him.
My childhood was relatively joyful. Adulthood, seeing my parents age and dad with Alzheimer’s, is not so ful of joy. It’s taking it’s toll on mom and I keep telling her try not to take it so personally when he gets grumpy, although I know it’s very hard not to and think of ways to help ease the situation for now. Other aspects of life, removed from home are also not too joyful. There seems to be more bad news or natural disasters happening at an alarming rate. I think that the times when we are blessed to feel joy then we should spread it like a plague and enjoy every single moment of it while it lasts!
My heart raced while I skipped down the sidewalk. Nothing so wonderful had happened in years. The giddy feeling bubbling within my chest made me feel like a helium balloon, begging to rise up off the dirty asphalt and into the clear, blue sky.
The Dr.Pepper makes me joyful when the thing I least want to do is fill out a study guide for my physics test and then study for it. I look at the maroon can and smile inside, for that is one of the best colors in the world. It’s so subtle, like blood, and so rich and deep like wine. But it’s never too much.
Music makes me joyful. My friend’s dog is named Joy. I was almost named Joy. Joy is like the water fountain at school when it comes out high enough to drink from. Joy is like ice cream. Joy is like love.
tuesday make me joyful, joyful are my kids getting off the school so excited to see me, joyful is waking up to my husband staring lovingly into my face
im not joyful today. not at all. in fact tonight i will cut myself open for the first time. i hope it takes this feeling away, but i know that i have to leave him. i hate it. i dont want it to end.
i love you baby. always. just promise you’ll never forget.
Joyful. That was what she felt. Joyful at the thought that she could get over him. Joyful at the thought of no longer having him around all the time. Joyful at the thought of regaining her peace of mind. Joyful, joyful, joyful!!! She now felt hope for a better future – hope she had not had for a while. She could see herself being happy again.
Oh that happiness. Make me smile. Dance in the rain. Sing at a funeral. Hear your name called through a sea of people by a long lost friend. A surprise! Feel love. Be beautiful. My joys. Oh that happiness.
The beauty of the freshly fallen leaves on the ground of every color. The crunch of them beneath your feet and the feeling of the crisp, cool air on the back of your neck.
O joyful day – o day of happ-happy shit. Happening shit is all the time, but especially today. I just got, I don’t know, maybe more than my quota of caffeine, and I am going to enjoy the happy happy joy joy until the excess of caffeine sends me to shit. Caffeine does that to me.
Joyful? What is that? Oh, it must have been that feeling I felt as I watched the flower petals fall from the tree… It was beautiful and the fragrance was so blissful. Joyful.. That was what I felt. I was positively joyful. Yet why can’t I feel it when I’m around someone else, why only when I am alone am I joyful? Perhaps that’s an odd thing to ponder..
i fell out of the shower.
laughing.
nothing felt better then the water running down my back and through every hair on my head
I wish i knew what happened
but i couldn’t stop laughing
nothing could stop
it was a moment of infinity
i will never laugh harder
I am so joyful today because it is fun to be joyful. My daughter is sitting here and she is also joyful. My son is getting into the fridge, joyfully. My husband, while it is not joyful to anyone other than himself, is playing guitar very loudly in the other room. I have no idea what kind of joyful activity my mother is doing.
Joyful is a feeling I haven’t been feeling much of lately. I think this website will make me feel much of it though. This is my first time doing one of these things, so I’m not much good at it. I WANNA BE JOYFUL MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD.
people being happy, having fun with friends, feeling light and like you are flying, being happy, smiling, forgetting about all of the bad things in your life, letting all of you happy thoughts fill your mind, being purely happy!!
when im doing something that makes me happy. being happy. Love of life itself.
I wish I was joyful. I’ve fallen into the pit of apathy and wistfully long for that feeling of lightness, of floating above the world and feeling like I meant something. Instead, my life feels heavy and all the joy has left. I don’t feel at all now. Joy is a thing of the past.
joyful
full of joy
nothing else but joy
even on the rainest days
she found some way to smile
she danced in the rain
laughed at her pain
life was too short
to be anything
but joyful
a place i’d like to be, an emotion i’d like to feel more of. what we don’t get enought
I was joyful. I was always joyful. It filled a hot air baloon then floated off around the world. It will only take 80 days to circumnavigate the globe right?
happy smiles funny christmas joy to the worls something about jesus happy smiles jumping up and down hurrah can’t believe this is true omg holy shit
full of it. joy up to my nose, down through my toes. can’t get enough of your smile joy. joy that goes deep into the pumping valves of my heart knowing only one necessary thing… He’s alive!
happy
pregnant
summer
smiles
clouds
sunshine
peace
beach
sunglasses
time
hardees
stepdad
guns
alcohol
money
white house
time
bob dylan
concert
baseball
sexy
eyebrows
latin
take
cheers
drinking
bars
soap
bass
cchurch
love
lake
floats
sunscreen
towels
bags
rocks
pizza
beer
pineapple
salad
mellow
mushroom
joyful are those who are grateful
people jumping in the air singing high notes with sunshine bursting through ever nook and crany, smiles for miles and birds doing figure eights
there was once a man named joyful.
his hair was the color of the wind.
his eyes sparkled like sunshine.
and his mouth curled up like an orange rind.
the man was full of surprises.
and one day he just disappeared.
a feeling of bliss a bright blue sky and happy birds chirping, feeling very light and lovely as if everything is suddenly beautiful. your eyes catch the light and glisten even on a cloudy day. joy a feeling we all strive for.
joyful joyful lord we adore thee
much as ganymed under the blooming tre
and zeus came forth, bolt in hand,
to rapture the boy, to make him his man.
HAHAHA
no one can slim this shady.
Joyful joyful we adore thee
This thing is dumb. Sorry, I won’t buy into your little games. What is this supposed to do for me? What’s in it for you?
Yeah, I like word association games and phsychological tests as much as anyon, but I really have nothing of value to type.
That means that I don’t have anything of value to type.
It dos NOT mean that anything I type is just so valuable as an exercis eor something….I should learn how to spell and also fix my “e” key. What if it didn’t work right there? How would you know?
Is this thing counting my words per minute? What happens when we hit a minute? Oh noes what if it is, I must keeeep tyyyyyyping.
Maybe not., Ooooh, a scroll bar.,
Ok, I’m pretty sure that my time is up on this thing. Yeah….oh wait, a thing was up there. A tiny little strip. You expect me to be looking at the screen at all, evn that little insignificant invisibility?!?
Ok, sumbitting now.
yeah we are joyful.
we ride in cars that are too stuffy and adjust the adapter to your music.
it never works well but eases the fact we just dropped off your sister
thats okay because we were asked.
we dont do much but we have joyful times
.
This word makes me happy. A happy word makes me happy, which says a lot about happiness. The word lozenge also makes me happy. Strange…
As the sounds of joyful children echoed in her ears,Emily slipped the drug dealer her cash. She didn’t want to, she needed to. Drugs were her life. Sadly, she hadn’t been the one to choose this life. Why did her mother have to use while she was pregnant?
I was anything but joyful. That was so embarrassing! And in front of the whole team! I had been frustrated with myself before, but this- this was a new low. I was ashamed. Joyful. Hah. Anything but.
Ah, this word should bring back memories of better times, but nothing comes to mind. My life is surrounded by so much yearning, so much impatience for the future, that I am entirely unable to contemplate the jubilant memories of the past. Plodding forward is all I can think of.
The feeling you get when you know everything is finally going your way. The way a person smiles at you showing that they love you. Smiling back and knowing that they are your everything and your world.
She was the very definition of joy. The way she leaped around the room, smiling, laughing, not a care in the world. The way she looked up at me through the curtain of her hair, beaming. The way her pigtails bounced when she did. No worries, no fears, no regrets.
She was my everything. And they took her away.
nothing makes me happier than being with the one i love. i have never felt such elation sharing every minute that i can with him we’re so in love. of course we have our bad days, but so does everyone. i can’t wait to marry him and have his children. he means the world to me and more. i don’t know what i’d do without him.
My childhood was relatively joyful. Adulthood, seeing my parents age and dad with Alzheimer’s, is not so ful of joy. It’s taking it’s toll on mom and I keep telling her try not to take it so personally when he gets grumpy, although I know it’s very hard not to and think of ways to help ease the situation for now. Other aspects of life, removed from home are also not too joyful. There seems to be more bad news or natural disasters happening at an alarming rate. I think that the times when we are blessed to feel joy then we should spread it like a plague and enjoy every single moment of it while it lasts!
My heart raced while I skipped down the sidewalk. Nothing so wonderful had happened in years. The giddy feeling bubbling within my chest made me feel like a helium balloon, begging to rise up off the dirty asphalt and into the clear, blue sky.
The Dr.Pepper makes me joyful when the thing I least want to do is fill out a study guide for my physics test and then study for it. I look at the maroon can and smile inside, for that is one of the best colors in the world. It’s so subtle, like blood, and so rich and deep like wine. But it’s never too much.
Music makes me joyful. My friend’s dog is named Joy. I was almost named Joy. Joy is like the water fountain at school when it comes out high enough to drink from. Joy is like ice cream. Joy is like love.
tuesday make me joyful, joyful are my kids getting off the school so excited to see me, joyful is waking up to my husband staring lovingly into my face
im not joyful today. not at all. in fact tonight i will cut myself open for the first time. i hope it takes this feeling away, but i know that i have to leave him. i hate it. i dont want it to end.
i love you baby. always. just promise you’ll never forget.
Joyful. That was what she felt. Joyful at the thought that she could get over him. Joyful at the thought of no longer having him around all the time. Joyful at the thought of regaining her peace of mind. Joyful, joyful, joyful!!! She now felt hope for a better future – hope she had not had for a while. She could see herself being happy again.
Oh that happiness. Make me smile. Dance in the rain. Sing at a funeral. Hear your name called through a sea of people by a long lost friend. A surprise! Feel love. Be beautiful. My joys. Oh that happiness.
riding in my truck,
windows down and music blaring.
cold drinks in cup holder
& people i enjoy
crowding around me.
foot to the pedal, hair
whipping about.
this is elation.
“i am joyful.”
The beauty of the freshly fallen leaves on the ground of every color. The crunch of them beneath your feet and the feeling of the crisp, cool air on the back of your neck.
sometimes i feel it, sometimes i do. Most of the time I dont even notice it, but I can imagine what goes on.
O joyful day – o day of happ-happy shit. Happening shit is all the time, but especially today. I just got, I don’t know, maybe more than my quota of caffeine, and I am going to enjoy the happy happy joy joy until the excess of caffeine sends me to shit. Caffeine does that to me.
Joyful? What is that? Oh, it must have been that feeling I felt as I watched the flower petals fall from the tree… It was beautiful and the fragrance was so blissful. Joyful.. That was what I felt. I was positively joyful. Yet why can’t I feel it when I’m around someone else, why only when I am alone am I joyful? Perhaps that’s an odd thing to ponder..
i fell out of the shower.
laughing.
nothing felt better then the water running down my back and through every hair on my head
I wish i knew what happened
but i couldn’t stop laughing
nothing could stop
it was a moment of infinity
i will never laugh harder
I am so joyful today because it is fun to be joyful. My daughter is sitting here and she is also joyful. My son is getting into the fridge, joyfully. My husband, while it is not joyful to anyone other than himself, is playing guitar very loudly in the other room. I have no idea what kind of joyful activity my mother is doing.
Joy’s my middle name.
Joyful is a feeling I haven’t been feeling much of lately. I think this website will make me feel much of it though. This is my first time doing one of these things, so I’m not much good at it. I WANNA BE JOYFUL MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD.
people being happy, having fun with friends, feeling light and like you are flying, being happy, smiling, forgetting about all of the bad things in your life, letting all of you happy thoughts fill your mind, being purely happy!!