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gerard-m
Irish
I told myself that all I needed was time to find happiness. And time delivered what it could: everything that can make you happy. Yet, here I am, hours after sun set, consumed by the guilt of still feeling lost in the depths of misery. But how could I tell them? In my mind, I see their confusion contort into contempt. And so I sit in the shadows of the past, jealous of reason.
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Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 2:05 PM UTC
In the shadows of the past
A life looking for happiness in the lives of others: a million pieces broken and reshaped into something unsuitable; into something that saw solace in quiet surrender. Into something naive enough to believe that only I could shape my own happiness. While wanting for nothing, you showed me that I can just be me. It's true: the shape of happiness is you.
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC
The shape of happiness
A second choice: A comfort to have, a sad thing to be.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
Second
You! You made a liar out of me: I told myself that I didn't need you, that this was it, a life in service to solitude, unfit for happiness. But I caught the liar. Silenced him. For now
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
Out of me
Little one, broken bodied, crippled mind, I took you; and when the rain kissed your cheek, I sheltered you with my fingers; yet I still felt your tears fall to my palm, and heard the discord in your song; so I rebuilt your wings to end your melancholy madness, but the sky would not have you; it could not have you for from 'neath my hand, you saw bars, immense and inescapable; engulfed by a cavern, tended by echoed lunacy Your absolution mine.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
Little One
I heard him say that she was the most beautiful woman in the world I looked at her and knew that she wasn't. I heard him say it again and again -day in, day out- and I still could not understand until I met the most beautiful woman in the world.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Until I met..
A moment entered for an eternity; a belief that departure would be at my own design A moment broken into infinite pieces; glimpses of another time along serrated edges A moment forged into a hushed silhouette; an attempt to cure solitude And so I concede to this moment as an eternal citizen.
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
A moment
Fixated on your cold embrace, and the comfort of your calculated whispers, coaxing me into your paradise; Enveloped by your delirium; Your toll exact: Release by ruination.
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
Fixated
I wander between worlds, Each one as before: Vast and vacant, Save for a lake And you; I cheat and shirk my bonds along the edges of your mastery, But your grasp is Inescapable; Your perfect reflection stretched out before me And in a maddened frenzy I have drowned you a thousand times, and now once more; Beneath the surface, Your face serene; You rise again, A smile etched between your cheeks, Sinister by design, For it is your turn now.
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
Beneath the Surface
Five feet down in an open box, a twinkle from the set of sleeping figurines caught my eye They were animals -an assortment of dogs, horses, hippos and all. A silver cat, emerald eyes embedded, midst a golden throng. I touched it; It was warm, not like the others It shivered and alive it came, snagging my skin on a razor claw as it leaped to run on four then two. She passed between this world and the next as if boundaries were nothing. I dared to follow, finding myself enveloped by the light of a winter sun, the air cold and crisp, the soft snow stinging my feet. I sat beside her; I glimpsed a jade version of me as she smiled at this parallel paradise. Her hand brushed my cheek and I laughed at a touch so kind and delicate.
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
The Silver Cat