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Posted in About Me, General Posts, Posts with tags , , on May 4, 2014 by Myra's Circle

Hello friends

You still with me?

Sorry for not updating in so long, I’m pretty busy…

Anyways, could you maybe check out my youtube channel?  I would really appreciate it.  I do covers of songs and today I posted an original song.

Link to my channel:

Thank you!


Dear Reader

Posted in Hopeful Stories, Posts with tags , , on December 13, 2013 by Myra's Circle

You are made of the stars that created universes.  You embody light, and beauty, and radiate it for all to see.  You have infinities inside of you, that will shine brighter than the sun, if allowed the chance.  You are not useless, just as a light bulb or a pen is not useless.  You are the wonder in a child’s eyes, the stars that dreamers seek.  You are not weak, and you are not alone.  You are the hope of the world, you will brighten even the gloomiest days.  You bring beauty and light into the life of at least one person in the world.  The world is not a cold, dead place, and you are not dead yet.  You want to be perfect, but you already are.  Your imperfections are stitched together in the most perfect way, creating someone as beautiful as the sunset.  You are somebody’s sun and the moon, somebody’s stars and sky.  You matter.  You deserve so much more than you get.

Don’t ever forget the stars that you are made of,

Welcome to Wonderland

Posted in Poems, Posts, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 30, 2013 by Myra's Circle

She was crazy, she was mad,
That’s what they all said,
Chasing down a daydream,
So unrealistically.
Look again, I beg you,
Look at her now,
Now the rabbit’s chasing her,
And there’s no help to be found,
When Wonderland is no longer
Wonderful as such,
And the Cheshire cat no longer wants to,
Help a sinner out,
She screams and then she cries,
But it only makes it worse,
Only seems to make more problems,
A different sort of curse.

Welcome to Wonderland,
A place no living creature understands,
Welcome to her doom,
It waits at the gates, it’ll be here soon.

The hatter he was madder,
Than the pain she had inside,
And when he threw that party,
She had wondered if she’d died,

The feeling was still there no matter,
How hard she had tried,
The rabbit tried to steal her time,
That which she’d tried to bide,

Welcome to Wonderland,
A place no living creature understands,
Welcome to her doom,
It waits at the gates, it’s coming soon.

Then the rabbit led her back through that tiny rabbit hole,
He guarded very safely that precious human soul,
But then he stabbed her in the back,
Her doom was sealed like that,
I wonder what became of her,
And of her precious Cheshire cat.

I am No Longer Living

Posted in Haiku, Poems, Posts, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , on July 21, 2013 by Myra's Circle

My sadnesses grow,
Such carefully dead pain,
No longer living.

Just End It

Posted in Angry Poems, Poems, Posts, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , on July 16, 2013 by Myra's Circle

I try to remember the things that I said,
To make so many hate me,
Including me,
The words won’t come back,
No matter how I scream,
They’ll stay there forever,
And ever it seems.

Make it stop, the pain I feel,
Let it go forever,
I cannot breathe no more,
It’s killing me.

It’s darkness, it’s demons,
Wash them all away,
Chase it all down with some liquor,
Maybe not,
Although I tried,
I cannot be brave enough,
I’ll always be weak,
Weaker than them.

Please, end this,
Even if I must myself,
Perhaps I’ll be better,
Maybe someday.

Falling Apart

Posted in Posts with tags , , , , , , on July 14, 2013 by Myra's Circle

I am














Yet none of it
Not cleanly.

The Apocalypse

Posted in Fantasy Stories, Posts, Stories with tags , , , , , , on June 26, 2013 by Myra's Circle

They were approaching with fast, deadly efficiency.  They had us all trapped, behind a temporary barrier that could easily breached at any moment.  The area was dark, and full of gloom, almost like it was night time.  We were literally going to become dead meat.  Or meat for the dead.  Looking around, I saw that little yellow school bus that I had always looked upon fondly, but now despise as it happens to be blocking the only exit.  It’s a death trap.  I thought of our options.  We could either run, and be trampled underfoot and have our tiny brains eaten, as we frantically searched for a way out, or we could fight, and have our tiny brains eaten with renewed vigor as the zombies revelled in their victory.  That didn’t sound entirely promising.  We were entirely cornered by the deadly mob.  “We’ll go down with dignity.  We have to fight, or die,” I shout at the men and women who were beside me, looks of petrified terror painted on their faces.  They all nod curtly and draw their weapons.  “Ready?”  I ask, and everyone nods again.  I suppose it was an incredibly stupid question.  Of course they weren’t ready.  No one would be ready.  I understand entirely that we were about to charge a mob of zombies, head on, with nothing but our wits to help us, and we weren’t exactly using those to our advantage.  We do have knives, but that knowledge provides very little comfort.  We all charge, with our last battle cries echoing in the empty streets.  The last thing I see is a zombie’s backside being slashed.  That was when I was overtaken by an endless darkness, without anything in between, not even straying dreams or thoughts.

I awakened in a room so full of miscellaneous trash that I swear it should have exploded by then.  If not, then I suspect magic.  I haven’t the slightest idea of how I got there, or where I was, all I knew was that somewhere in between the zombies and the blacking  out, someone must have saved me.  I wonder who it was.  I don’t have to wonder for long, as she stands in the doorway, comfortably sizing me up, trying to figure out how easy it would be to dispatch me.  “Who are you?”  I ask slowly, and almost incomprehensibly.  “I am the leader of the army trying to dispatch the zombies.  We need more fighters, and you fit the bill.”  she says professionally and matter of factly.  I chewed nervously on my lip as I prepared for the apocalypse.