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Where is Heaven?

Posted in Angry Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , on November 24, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Where is Heaven now?
Now that Hell is here?
The angels take a bow,
The demons, we must fear.

Now Hell has frozen over,
And Heaven’s simply bored,
The demon’s pick the clovers,
The sharpest possible claws.

They sniff at all the flowers,
Which then wilt away,
The angels start to cower,
The demons watch with dismay.

The sun sets on the colder world,
A job done by Hell,
And Heaven’s in a corner curled,
Their hearts beating in a swell.

What do demons truly see?
A world that they could own?
And anything I thought could be,
But Heaven’s not at home.

So where, then, is this force?
When Hell isn’t done,
When we scream with voices hoarse,
Whilst Hell has its fun?

Beasts Called Humans

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 25, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Murderous, destructive, terrible things,
What a pity angels lost their wings,
To demons, beasts as I recall,
From heaven, so empty made them fall.

They killed and plummeted into life,
And took it all without the knife,
They created wars among the past,
And into Hell the rest were cast.

So full of hatred and covered in spite,
So deadly, and kill they might,
The destroy the angels in this world,
Among all deadly sinners were hurled.

They do not die, they just keep coming,
Without number, no need for running,
They take their prey and claim yet another life,
These beasts are such a terrible strife.

But worst of all, I really must say,
Is that with each passing day,
I wouldn’t care if I turned to sand,
As I’m one of these beasts called humans.

Do you see her?

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 5, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Have you ever seen her cry,
Her tears so fresh upon her face?
Have you seen the way she hides
In the smiles of her disgrace?
Have you seen her secret sorrows?
Or how she dreams of new tomorrows?
Do you see her at worst of times?
Her hopelessness when she needs you most,
Do you see the mountains she climbs,
The biggest secrets she kept so close?
Do you see when she’s all alone?
When smiles she can no longer condone?
Her silent struggles; her very worst sins,
Do you see when the demons win?
Do you see her, so fragile, so small?
Do you really see her?
Even a little bit?
Even at all?

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.

My Demons; the Monsters Inside

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , on June 27, 2013 by Myra's Circle

The demons, they say they’re my friend,
The demons, they say, when all this ends,
They’ll be there again tomorrow,
They’ll be there to end these sorrows.

The demons care more than anyone,
More than any person to come,
They tell me things so honestly,
The truth is what the demons see.

I need the demons to take pain away,
At least that’s what the demons say,
The demons claim the want the best,
The demons never seem to rest.

The demons feed off my sadness, eat up my pain,
They are not sunshine, they are the rain,
The demons are not in fact my friend,
They do not matter at all in the end.

Soothsayer

Posted in Fantasy Stories, Posts, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , on June 11, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Confusion, it is like a fog, a battle to be fought internally.  It covers our ears with cotton, our eyes masked with cloth, and it leaves us wondering how we got there in the first place.  It is what makes us human, when faced with horror and pain, and sadness.  It is-

“UGH!  Why can’t I ever finish this in peace?”  Shouted Alissa, more frustrated than she could ever remember being.  “What?  I just wanted to see what you’re up to, that’s all,” said her brother defensively.  Alissa rolled her eyes.  “Get out Ian!”  He was probably the most annoying creature  on earth.  Ian was older than her by four years, and she’s already caught up to him, in height and in mind.  “You’re such a cute little sister, especially when you get annoyed.  Is ‘wittle Alli getting annoyed?”  He smirked.  “”Get out!”  Alissa yelled, knowing full well that she was only feeding his immature gags.  “Awwwwwww.”  he swooned teasingly.  Alissa pursed her lips and stood up, facing her brother.  Ian raised his eyebrows in an expression of mockery.  “You think you can take me?”  He said sarcastically.  “Yes, but I’m simply getting up in order to show you where the door is.  You seem to have lost your way.”  she said.  You could cut yourself on the razor sharp edge of sarcasm in her tone.  “Ok, ok fine.  You win.  But you know what that means, right?”  Alissa shook her head.  “No.”  “I get to embarrass you as much as I want in front of your friends,”  he said smugly.  “What the hell?  How does that even remotely make sense?”  exclaimed Alissa, in annoyance.  “It just does.”  murmured Ian, and with that he left the room with the air of someone who has just a little too much confidence.

Sighing in relief and irritation, Alissa went back to work, but something was bugging her.  Something in her brother’s tone just wasn’t right.  She pushed the thought back, but it sat there just on the edge, taunting her like some people might taunt a dog with a treat.  In the end, she just gave up and went out to the kitchen to make a snack.  Her ebony hair flowing out behind her she runs out to the kitchen, aiming to get there, get some food, and then get back to her room as quickly as possible without her brother seeing her.  As it turned out, she didn’t need to run.  The house was… quiet.  “How strange,” she whispered to herself.  She always talked to herself when she was scared.  It was a way of reassuring herself that if no one else was there for her, then at least she still was.  “Ian?  A-are you there?”  she stuttered.  Looking around her, she realised that the house wasn’t right.  It had a dark sort of air around it, like something wasn’t right.  “Ian?”  She called again.  No answer.  The house was as silent as a book, not speaking, or creaking, or making any noise at all that would have been considered normal.  It was too quiet.  Alissa suddenly understood what that meant.  It’s almost… supernaturally quiet.  She has no idea where that thought came from, but it terrified her.  It terrified her, because she knew that it was true.  Something was going on.  Something scary, and dark.  Something that no one could possibly predict.  “Ian?  Please come out.  I’m scared,”  she called.  Those last two words echoed through the walls of the silent house.  I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared.  “I will not cry.  I won’t,” she convinced herself.  Then she heard a snapping noise, and turned around almost automatically. “Who are you?  What are you?  What’s going on?”  A figure stepped out of the shadows, menacing and dark, and said, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”  It was a rich, creamy sounding voice, like melted dark chocolate, and it made Alissa’s body shake with fear.  Just five words, and she was practically on the ground convulsing with terror.  He, for she was sure that was what it was, came closer, and Alissa gasped as she saw his face.  It was her brother, but not her brother.  He wore a dark, sinister smile, not unlike that of an insane criminal.  “I-Ian! Are y-you alright?”  She asked, fear and concern evident in her voice.  “Ian?  Oh you must mean the possessor of this body that I seem to have overtaken…  yeah he probably won’t be alright by the end of this.”  He laughs cruelly.  Alissa glanced around, frantically searching for something she could use as a weapon.  The fear had taken   over, and now it was acting for her, her body was just a puppet for the fear to use.  His laugh reverberated through every bone in her body, making her shake uncontrollably.  She couldn’t find a single item that even vaguely resembled a weapon in close proximity to her.  The only option she had left was to stall him.  “Wh-who are you?  What do you want with me?”  she demanded, scrambling to her feet as she tried to look brave.  It only made him laugh even harder.  “Who are you trying to impress?”  he asked, full of amusement.  “Tha-that’s not an answer!”  she said, trying to sound courageous, but failing due to her fearful stutter.  One eyebrow raised, the face that was once her brother’s twisted into an amused smile.  “Still clueless?  Let me give you a hint.  I come from a place of darkness and fires.”  Alissa frowns at him, disbelievingly.  “Wait, darkness and fires?  You mean h-Hell?  That would make you a-”  “A demon, yes.  how clever of you.  Took you long enough to figure out.  What do they teach you at school these days?”  His laid back demeanor confused Alissa.  He seemed so in control of everything, and he walks around like he owns the place.  “Wha-what do you w-want with me?”  Her voice shook with the weight of that new information.  It seemed to make this thing in front of her even more terrifying.  “What do I want with you?  Well, you could say there is a slight umm… price on your head.”  he laughed as he said that.  The creep finds it funny.  He finds this whole thing funny.  Alissa squinted her eyes closed as she desperately tried to keep her promise to herself and not cry.  “What exactly d-do you m-mean?”  She asked cautiously.  The demon smiles as he says, “I’ve already said too much.  Come with me.”  “Oh no.  There’s no way I’m ever going to follow you anywhere.  “How cute.  She thinks she has a choice,” he murmured to himself.  Alissa threw a pot of pens at him, and took that opportunity to run down the hallway, fumbling for the side door.  The demon recovered quickly, and before Alissa knew it, her legs had frozen to the spot, and were buckling beneath her.  As her now dead weight legs dragged her to the floor, she felt a bag being thrown over her head, and she suddenly can’t see a thing.

It is a long time before the bag is removed from her head, and she is finally able to breathe.  “Even a demon should at least have the decency to knock me out first if he knew the trip would take that long,” she muttered vehemently.  The demon with her brother’s face just ignored her, and prodded her forward.  Alissa refused to move.  “I won’t move any further if you won’t tell me anything.  At least tell me your name,” she said stubbornly.  The demon chuckled.  “Alright.  If you must know, and if it keeps you from whingeing, my name is Chronyx.”  “Chronyx?  That’s a strange name.”  Chronyx doesn’t reply.  He just prods her forward, and Alissa complies, seeing that she doesn’t have much choice.  Not another word is spoken until they reached a room, and Chronyx forced her inside of it.  It wasn’t an ordinary room, it didn’t have much in it, except for a crystal ball about the size of her living room, glowing a serene shade of blue.  It looked eerie, like a scene in a movie, and Alissa was already certain that she didn’t want to be trapped in a room with that thing.  “W-what’s that?”  she asked.  Chronyx smiled then said very seriously, “I was hoping maybe you’d be able to tell me.”  That’s when the memories hit her as hard as a wall of rocks and she collapsed for a second time, this time making her lose consciousness.

The memories came slowly at first; a bridge, over waters clear and blue, a smile, belonging to someone she almost remembered.  Then more vividly, she saw images of fire and demons and creatures more horrible than one could even begin to imagine.  Warm arms encircled her, and a familiar feeling of warmth and love flooded into her, only to be taken away again by a cold darkness.  Someone laughing cruelly, the crystal ball glowing red.  Then she heard her own voice, chanting softly, and the globe returned to it’s usual, serene colour.

Soothsayer.  That word played over and over again in her mind, and she remembered who she was, and what she was meant to do.  The word held the entire meaning of the world in it, and yet at the same time was as silent as a tomb.  She was meant to awaken the dead.  She was meant to lead the army into the ordinary world, and kill billions of innocent people.  She smiled at the thought of fresh blood.  “Alissa?”  whispered Chronyx, and she turned quickly to face him.  “That was her name.  I am no longer that girl.  I am Aschella, the Soothsayer, and I will bring our new world back.”  Chronyx smiled.  “Finally.”  The word seemed to echo off the silence between them.

In the Darkness of Your Soul

Posted in Fantasy Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 21, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Layla couldn’t run anymore.  She had surpassed her limits.  She needed to stop, or she was going to kill herself.  But she couldn’t stop.  She had to escape from her demons.  You see, Layla lived in a world full of demons, the things that are born from the darkness in one’s heart.  These demons prey on the heart that they were created by, and never leave it alone.  Someone save me from myself, she mouthed, ever so softly.  She closed her eyes and hoped that she was dreaming, but when she opened them again, she clearly saw that she was not.  Demons were such ugly creatures, with awful, distorted bodies and faces.  The longer you look at them, the uglier they appear.  Layla supposed that this is because they are the ugliness in everyone’s soul.  Layla began to wonder what would happen if someone were to kill their demons.  Would they forever be at peace with themselves, or would new demons just constantly form out of the collective darkness of their heart?  Layla tried to push those thoughts out of her head, though.  It would be less likely than a hamster growing wings and flying.  As far as she knew, no one had ever been able to kill their demons.  “Or maybe, they were just too afraid to,” whispers the shadows. Layla was terrified, but all she could do was blink back her tears and keep on running, in hopes that maybe someday she could outrun the demons of her heart.  “Keep on running little girl, but you can’t run from yourself.”  As hard as Layla tried to deny it, she couldn’t.  The demon was right.  She can’t run from herself.  That’s when she turned around and opened her arms, in a gesture of kindness and love.  The demons, startled, ran right into her outstretched arms, and disappeared in a column of light.  As all the darkness in her soul disappeared, she felt it replaced by a warm flood of love and happiness.  Her demons were gone.