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Ghost of Happiness

Author: charmedidentity
ASL Info:    23/F/Canada
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Words: 226
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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Have you ever felt what another person felt just by looking and spending time with a person? And this person gives this image of happiness but in the end all of this is a charade. Just something that came to mind

Ghost of Happiness

I hear your cries on the phone,
Painful tunes through my ears.
I see your tears when it’s gone,
Hours you spent next to a pillow.
I feel the neglect you’ve touched,
The love of others simply vanished.
I can tell the heartache you had,
It made you break down on your knees.

The pretence you play to others,
A scene never found at home.
The confidence seen when you walk-
The insecurities when you stop.
The voice you project with strength-
The silence you portray elsewhere.
All of this, a made believe fairy tale,
It made you break down on your knees.

Watching the love you share with others,
It is sad to see a taken without any given.
When they love you, they pass you straight,
And when they hate you; you simply know.
When they buy you; you must forgive them,
And when you punish; then they leave you.
Yet still, this is your way of living life,
It made you break down on your knees.

I heard your voice when broken,
The tune shattered in many pieces.
I saw your tears when shedding,
The hours spent comforting you.
I felt your neglect as days went by,
You knew the ghost of happiness.
I can tell the moments of an ending,
It made me break down on my knees.

Submitted on 2005-11-04 13:23:20     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This poem, hit a little close to home... to be honest, it kinda feels like you wrote about me.

The only difference is that you saw the pain that person felt. And you comforted them, and let them know that you know. And in the end, that's all you can do. I think this was so sweet though. The last line, when you broke down on your knees. It meant a lot. It had a lot of meaning in it. I really enjoyed reading this because you saw a person pretending to be happy... not many people can see.
| Posted on 2007-10-03 00:00:00 | by dancer06 | [ Reply to This ]
  I feel that this poem/piece, is really a testament to the great thinking being that is a living thing. Like they say a dog can smell fear, a person can sense anothers pain. This type of perception is how we define those around us. And it is rarely found in just a persons spoken word, because it is quite easy to conceal and lie in that. This is body language, this is gestures of the soul. Though siince you have known this persons actions and struggle you not only "feel" their pain, but remember it. A decent write, helped me remember the easily forgotten. Thanks for posting.

Yours Truly,
| Posted on 2005-12-28 00:00:00 | by Aruemos | [ Reply to This ]
  I can make regular comments like Nathan and they would all be true, as i feel the same way about this poem. But if you don't mind I want to drive deeper into the meaning of this well structured piece i see before me.
I know exactly what you go through as this person sounds similar to myself. My friends don't really have the insight to see in me what you see in this person. I understand their ignorance, it is often hard or even scary to really look at someone. Many people just can't put theirselves in someone else's shoe, something you can obviously do easily. You can feel this pain as if it is your own because in a way it is your own. You know how to project your feelings into this person to have them returned just as they went. It can be very tedious to say the least. When i do it I cry just as the person I see, I feel pain just as another can feel. It is something precious and rare. It is one thing to feel sorry for a person, quite another feel what this person feels. Let this person know you can feel their pain and happiness aswell. If this person doesn't believe it, since many people can get offended if they are told their feelings aren't original only to them, then show them by crying, by just knowing when to stay by their side or when to leave them to their own thoughts. You have a talent, or gift if you will, that is very helpful to people, share it with everyone. A lot of good comes from knowing there is someone who knows your torment. Try and ensure some pride to them, this person is not just a tool to be used then cast aside when the fix is done. Re-assure this person that they aren't alone through life's journey and never to feel like that is a truth.
I'm sorry I rambled on so long. I just love hearing of people like you, who can actually care instead of pretending to. I wish you many fortunes and may this friend find a better mind.

Thank you for listening,
| Posted on 2005-11-04 00:00:00 | by crowded_mind | [ Reply to This ]
  This was very interesting...i don't know what to say...Very well written...mysterious, in a way...just an all around great poem. I like this very much. Great work.

| Posted on 2005-11-04 00:00:00 | by Podenco del infierno | [ Reply to This ]

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