Archive for desolate

The Dream that Lost

Posted in Hopeful Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 24, 2012 by Myra's Circle

I dream of times that don’t exist,

I think there’s something reality missed,

Dark words muttered into my mind’s core,

Until my dreams shout, “NO MORE!”

Evil does not listen to dreams,

But I don’t know; that’s just what it seems,

When words weigh down more heavily,

Dreams feel so silly.

Only a dream so desperate,

Would dream a reality so desolate,

It tried as hard as it dared, no matter the cost,

But sadly, that was the dream that lost.

Dreams never win, evil prevails,

While evil sings darkly, dreams sadly quail,

An evil as dark as time itself,

Will always defeat dreams in all their wealth.

I feel a darkness heavier than most,

An abyss, a large coast,

An evil covered in the coldest frost,

The evilest evil was the dream that lost.

What Creature have I Become?

Posted in Angry Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Anger for what used to be,

A sadness no one else can see,

And in this world I used to hate,

Hate has now become a bait.

Forgotten now what never was,

Answered always, “Just because,”

Memories of an ancient pain,

For which others have gone insane.

The love and happiness dissipates,

At alarmingly speeding rates,

A pain so desperately desolate,

A deathly pallor, escaped from fate.

Lost souls roam from place to place,

Darting swiftly, just like a dace,

Sorrowful wails heard through the walls,

Sadness, how it dares to call.

A world surrounded by the darkness,

Feelings slowly get less and less,

And when this shadowed world does fall,

A fire will rise from the past of us all.

Haunting and burning, leaving us seething,

This burning anger is only just teething,

A loneliness, a bleeding pain,

A hellish, yet heavenly fiery rain.

Oh, what is this darkness you seek?

This sadness so very bleak?

As the wind penetrates your soul,

Will you be enveloped in the glowing coals?

This hope we once had has now been dashed,

And thoughts of freedom have quickly flashed,

Through minds that died so long ago,

From the hatred of a long lost foe.

This world is dead now, forever free,

Not a soul has been left here, but me,

I will suffer eternally, with burning loneliness,

A fate that has become quite a mess.

Crying tears of bitter flames,

I wonder now, what I became,

A demon that is hated so,

Or an angel, born so long ago.

A thought now darts through my mind,

Once where there were none to find,

A question, beats there like a drum,

“What devilish creature have I become?”

The Moon Pond

Posted in Fantasy Stories, Love Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 5, 2012 by Myra's Circle

It had been five days since we had been abandoned by our friends and family, left in a desolate wasteland.  At least there was a hut there.  As I sat on a make-shift chair in the shabby little hut, I watched my lover, Garth as he collected firewood.  I looked down at my swelling stomach and sighed.  I was six months pregnant, and I was worried that the baby would die if we tried to raise it here.  When Garth came back, he started a fire and some food, then settled down on the chair next to me.  We watched the moon rise together every night, but this time, it seemed even brighter, more lubricant.  “Elissa, do you think we’ll be trapped here for the rest of our lives?”  whispered Garth, sounding like a scared little child.  “I really don’t know, Garth,” I replied with great sadness in my voice.  Garth got up and got the cooked food off the fire.  Schnitzel tonight.  Garth handed me one on a plate he had found in one of the cupboards and smiled.  He took one for himself and settled down again.  After that we talked long into the cold night.


I noticed something very strange happening during the night.  The moon seemed to move closer and closer with each passing hour.  By about midnight it had settled on the ground, the surface shimmering, like a pond.  I rushed outside, grabbing Garth’s hand and gazed at the moon pond.  Suddenly, I knew that we shouldn’t touch it.  “Don’t touch it!”  I cried to Garth.  I looked  over at him and realised that his eyes had glazed over and he was reaching out to touch the pool.  I snatched his hand away.  I must have been immune to the call of the moon pond, because I didn’t get the urge to touch it like Garth.  Garth was on the opposite side of the moon pond now.  He grabbed my arm and yanked it and I feel into the moon pool.  Sinking, sinking.  Did this pool have an end?  I decided no.  I was stuck sinking forever, eventually losing my identity.  Tears streamed down my face as I realised that I could never have my precious baby, never spend days playing with her.  I was lost in the moon pool.  I sunk lower and lower, yet at the same time, going no where at all.  All noise from the surface had been blocked off.  I heard a splash and looked around, seeing Garth.  He no longer had a glazed look in his eyes, and he embraced me.  I fell into his arms in the never-ending moon pond, weeping.  Weeping for my lost life, my lost baby, my lost everything.  It was only later I realised that Garth jumped in because he loved me.  I decided that I would spend the rest of eternity in his arms.