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Happiness Remains

i found out at a time
when i could call you mine
that the life i lived
i lived for you

a smile a wink and a laugh
all that remains
of one loved by another
happiness remains

known by one and loved by another
for happiness to remain

known by one and lost by the same
happiness leaves
walking out the door
with your heart in her hands

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  • NyteShade
    June 23, 2008

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    Yup knows what that felt like...stupid male

    Well a heart gets broken but it can mend again. Nice work.


  • Fulabeans
    June 23, 2008

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    How Sad

    Its crazy how a woman can have so much power over a man who thinks he is in control...its a cruel realtity check when a woman walks out on you and takes all your love with her. I know the feeling all to well and I feel for you Maney

    The poem itself was great I love how its short and to the point alot of people drag things out but this was nice and easy to follow

    well done

    -Dustin-


  • uchideshi
    June 10, 2008

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    This one hits close to my own heart,

    Remembering the subtle things such as unconscious expressions and the way one moves certain ways at certain times is where happiness resides, in the memories, current or otherwise. There are so many loved ones that I am so sad to lose, but just the right memory at the right time almost seems as if the loss was not so long ago and serves to remind me of the fact that they did exist and the love was real. And in this way, helps the wounds left behind salve in which to begin and continue healing. I love how you say that "happiness leaves...with your heart in your hands" because it represents the exact way inwhich we hold to one another. Not by the physical but the metaphysical bonds. How could thin air feel like a solid mass between two people as if to pull the soul right out of the one left behind? That is what I like about this peice. That is what it represents to me.


  • muffin on a stick
    May 9, 2008
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    very cleverly written


  • Green Manalishi gold member
    May 8, 2008

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    I enjoyed this tricky, subtle piece, and it's schemes. Overall, I agree with you. Happiness, when it's bonded with another person (like, you need that person's love) is certainly beyond one's control. Perhpas some people enjoy not being in control. I was there once, and won't return to that weak position. I got my ass handed to me on a silver platter, my friend, back in '93. You'll find that what dazzles your senses can wrench your defenses (rythme not intended, but owed to the martini).

    The trick in love, as in all things in life, is to find what works for you. For that, you must know yourself intimately (no hard or regular drug use/abuse, and perhaps a bit of counseling). Once you know your limits and standards, stick to them as if your very life depends upon it, because, in a way, it does.


  • Martys-Nut
    March 26, 2008
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    I love you so much


  • Kassandra Nyktos
    March 12, 2008
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    wow.....I really liked this...good luck!


  • vampire of thought
    December 4, 2007
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    aww, this is sweet, and heartbreaking and....awwww!

    ~TwItChY
    VoT

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