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mariah-fairre
mariah-fairre
I strive to live life with careless abandon, because after all, / "Life is far too important to be taken seriously" -- Oscar Wilde
My love My ecstasy You've ruined me. To me, my love, you are ecstasy. You came into my world, and opened my eyes wide A level of happiness I did not know could exist A haze of love and peace, of perfect contentment But temporary Expanding my capacity for joy, Creating new depths for pain A constant ache of longing I can not bare Ordinary happiness does nothing to fill emptiness you left behind This low is not worth the high My love My ecstasy You've ruined me.
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
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Back back now we go to where we all know Everything that once was Will’ve remained just the same They’ll ignore that you’ve grown And the world that you’ve known They’ll call you a child And it will drive you insane But you’ll nod and you’ll smile And think all the while You left them behind And they’re not to blame. All the places you’ve seen Could never have been But for their support of your spirit Your heart, soul, and brain So back back we will roam To our childhood home Where time has stood still And you’ll rejoin their game Pretend to be small That you know nothing at all That you’re an innocent child Quiet and tame.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
Home for the Holidays
Here I will wonder And there I will wander, And everywhere ponder What life is about.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
Dwellings
9:51am Sunday, May 5th, 2013 I wake up to the sound of rain. With my eyes closed I listen to it drum against my window, And I listen to his steady breaths. With my head on his chest I can feel his heart beat, And I feel his hand on my bare back. And in this moment, this perfect contentment, I know that I love him. And in this moment, this pure and quiet joy, I feel as though I'll never be alone. 8:05am Tuesday, October 8th, 2013 I wake up to the sound of rain. With my eyes still closed, I listen to it drum against my window. And I swear I can almost hear him breathing, Can almost feel his heart beat, And his fantom hand on my bare back. And I cling to the memory of this moment, Trying desperately to delay the pain. And I brace myself for the moment, When I will wake up alone.
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
Waking
For one night, and one night only, I will love you madly. And I know from the way you move with me; exquisite, And from the longing in your eyes; exulting, That for one night, and one night only, You will love me madly too.
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
Transient
This time last year You were my best friend. We would talk for hours, Until the candles burned low. We’d talk about nothing, And everything, And I was so happy.
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC
Forever ago
How does it feel. How does it feel? Drowning? A shocking force drives you deep deep under the change of matter and all around you the weight of the world is pushing you challenging you harnessing its unknowable might to break you until you don’t know which way is down A numb and detached piece of you realizes it does not matter And as the pressure drives through you your lungs begin to ache and your frantic heart is madly pounding airless blood through your swollen veins and you realize that you need air But you know there is no air to be had Desperation screams and the invisible noise hammers on the eardrums that were already broken and unconsciously seeing the inevitable end to this horror your body painfully forces you to pull in the toxic killer that surrounds you knowing the result and your decaying lungs are filled with ice And then it changes The hurt is still there and distantly you know you feel it you know you are still dying and if you are brave you know one small fiber of you is screaming and fighting because it is not ready to give up But you are ready to give up You are heavy and tired and the refreshing freeze of the water erases the burn of the memory of pain Your brain is dead your heart is stone preserved in its bleeding state A heavy white sheet falls upon you and you are numb You know you are dying it is slower than you expected and even on the reapers door you appreciate the irony seconds are passing and you know your very last is approaching soon and just before the water turns black you see his face his smile his heart and gladly you welcome the release. How does it feel? Drowning? I’ve never drowned. But I think it feels like this.
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Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 6:10 AM UTC
Drowning
How does it feel. How does it feel? Drowning? A shocking force drives you deep deep under the change of matter and all around you the weight of the world is pushing you challenging you harnessing its unknowable might to break you until you don’t know which way is down A numb and detached piece of you realizes it does not matter And as the pressure drives through you your lungs begin to ache and your frantic heart is madly pounding airless blood through your swollen veins and you realize that you need air But you know there is no air to be had Desperation screams and the invisible noise hammers on the eardrums that were already broken and unconsciously seeing the inevitable end to this horror your body painfully forces you to pull in the toxic killer that surrounds you knowing the result and your decaying lungs are filled with ice And then it changes The hurt is still there and distantly you know you feel it you know you are still dying and if you are brave you know one small fiber of you is screaming and fighting because it is not ready to give up But you are ready to give up You are heavy and tired and the refreshing freeze of the water erases the burn of the memory of pain Your brain is dead your heart is stone preserved in its bleeding state A heavy white sheet falls upon you and you are numb You know you are dying it is slower than you expected and even on the reapers door you appreciate the irony seconds are passing and you know your very last is approaching soon and just before the water turns black you see his face his smile his heart and gladly you welcome the release. How does it feel? Drowning? I’ve never drowned. But I think it feels like this.
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I stand on the edge of a great precipice, A dream filling the expanse in front of me Misty grey, entirely unsure I rock back on my heels It’s not too late to turn around. Comfort, security, familiarity Are waiting behind me, In the small world I’ve always known But ahead… I don’t know what waits for me beneath the mist If I jump off this precipice The bottom might be hard and cold and empty If the fall breaks me, will it hurt? One foot out and my stomach drops A nauseating blend of fear and anticipation As I hang over the edge of my small world A deep breath in, And a quiet prayer for an adventure. I jump And I fly.
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Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC
Over the edge
I didn't know I needed you Until you were not there Didn't begin to feel your love Until it disappeared And now you're gone And I can't breathe.
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Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 12:34 PM UTC
Until it's Gone
Soon those dreams will dissolve around you The chimeras fantasies will reach their end Your clothes of splendorous adventures will be torn and burned And you will be left to face the cold, pitiless mirth Reality will engulf you, naked and defenseless And mock for those careless hours you spent imagining Those hours you could’ve spent preparing For the day you would have to grow up. But you did not And now You are alone. And the inescapable truth is this No matter how much they tell you they love you Or how much they show you they care People will always leave You will always be alone.
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
Disillusioned