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Darkness Be My Friend

Posted in Hopeful Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , on November 10, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Darkness, lead me through the light,
Darkness, get me through the night,
Get me past all the lies,
Hug me when I never cry.

Give me hope when there is none,
Let me never see the sun,
Don’t let me die in this way,
Let me die another day.

Don’t go, darkness, don’t leave me here,
All alone my thoughts unclear,
Take me back to better days,
When I enjoyed all the sun’s rays.

Darkness, you’re my only friend,
My best one, you will never end,
You never completely disappear,
Darkness, take me away from here.

The Skies’ Tears

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 15, 2013 by Myra's Circle

There are fears in me,
I cannot see,
I feel them though,
Heavier than a blow.

They come at night,
And blind my sight,
They take my feelings,
In a cruel dealing.

It captures my heart,
I can’t tear, nor part,
From this most awful spell,
On which I must dwell.

Forgive me my sorrows,
The sins of tomorrow,
I start again in pain,
Awaiting the cold of rain.

The skies pour down,
I am hell bound,
I try to scream,
But no one hears me.

And as I die,
In tears of sky,
I no longer care,
Just wish I weren’t there.

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.

Sadnesses Inside of Me

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2013 by Myra's Circle

The dreams of the past,
Haunt my future,
Leaves me lonely,
A target for wolves.

They scratch at the door,
Wanting to be free,
I can’t escape,
Their dark embrace.

They die, slowly,
One by one,
And all hope leaves,
I must succumb.

To a darkness darker than time,
To a time of horror,
Of madness,
And worst of all to leave all sadness mine.

I cannot breathe,
I am prisoner to this sadness,
Hard to hold on,
To life much longer.

And yet I continue,
I can’t do much more,
Too much of a coward,
To end all of this.

Akari

Posted in Sad Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , on June 7, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Satomi closed her eyes, and wished with all her tiny heart, wished with everything she had, on a single star.  It wasn’t a particularly bright star, nor was it specifically memorable to many, but it was her star.  “Please, oh please, Akari.  Please let me be happy tomorrow,” she would wish.  Akari stayed there, night after night, and was her only friend.  Even when everyone else thought she was weird, she still had Akari, the beautiful, small star.  She thought of the meaning of the name that the owner of the orphanage gave her when she arrived on that cold stormy night – wise beauty.  It only partly suits her, she thinks.  She remembers from when she was very little, littler than she is now, how the women would always say, “Oh look at little Satomi, such a sombre child.  She doesn’t complain.  How her name suits her.”  Every time Satomi heard that she went off and cried, because she knew she wasn’t like all the other girls.  All the other girls laugh and play together.  They all get excited when the charity truck comes, and they all choose out new dolls.  All the other girls fight about little things like which doll is the best, but Satomi just sits in the corner and watches, her serious eyes blank and expressionless.  Satomi knows there is something wrong about her, but she doesn’t know why.  As she wishes so desperately on Akari, she is interrupted by Risa, one of the girls who shared a room with her.  “What are you doing?”  she asks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.  Satomi doesn’t answer.  She just looks out the window, and silently prays to Akari.  “I said, what are you doing?”  She demands, louder this time.  Satomi looks at her, and says one word, “Prayer.”  Outraged, Risa grabs Satomi by the collar and shouts, “What the hell is wrong with you?  Why do you never talk?  You’re such a freak!  You must be some sort of demon!”  Satomi doesn’t react.  She doesn’t even cry.  Shocked at what she had just done, Risa lets go and Satomi falls to the floor.  “I- I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean-”  “I forgive you,” interrupts Satomi.  She looked out the window at Akari and whispered, “Tonight, Akari, I hope that I can join you, up there in the sky so full of stars.  I hope I can shine for others, the way you did for me.”  As she jumped from the window, and into the starry sky, her last words are uttered, barely loud enough to hear. Risa stares after her and cries, as Satomi’s last words echo in her mind: “Thank you for giving me enough courage to end this.”

Theraisa, Theraisa

Posted in Love Stories, Sad Stories, Stories, True Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2013 by Myra's Circle

She stares out the window, hoping he’ll come.  Hoping he’ll come shouting, “Theraisa, Theraisa, are you still there?  Theraisa, Theraisa, with thy silver hair?”  just like he used to always do.  He would always jokingly use old words instead of the new, modernized terms.  He always likes old things, because he says they are what holds the most hope inside.  Hope, she decides, is still important for her.  They may think that her mind is damaged, that it is irreparable, but it isn’t.  Theraisa’s mind is fine.  There is nothing wrong with it.  The sisters in the convent always say that contact with one from outside was obviously the behavior of one who was mentally ill.  “But I’m not mentally ill, I’m not,” she whispers quietly to herself, wanting desperately to believe it.  But how could she when she had been told otherwise for her whole life?  He would come.  He’d have to come.  Right?  She closes her eyes, wishing someone would understand her, understand that she has feelings too.  She sighs and stares sadly out the window.  All of the other girls living there, and the sisters too, would sigh when they saw her there, sitting at the window day after day.  Then they would mutter, “Poor little Theraisa.  Something must be done for that girl.”  They had banned her from seeing him, and him from coming to find her, but she still had her dreams.  She dreamed that one day, he’d come, and he’d rescue her from this place.  It was a dreary place, always raining, and filled with gloom.  There was no future for Theraisa there.  She sits there for days sometimes, refusing to move, refusing all offers of food.  She stays there and hopes.  That’s when the head nun decided that it was enough.  “It isn’t healthy.  You shouldn’t be allowed near other girls.  They might start picking up some… unseemly habits.”  Theraisa knew what would happen.  She knew she was going someplace where no one would ever see her again.  Often, when a girl misbehaved, or was seen as mentally damaged, they would be taken to a room high up, a special room.  Tears pricked at her eyes, but she held them back.  She didn’t want to display weakness in front of this woman.  She felt a single tear slide down her cheek as the nun led her up to the dark, scary attic.  It was a lot like she imagined: dark, lonely, with only a single window to lighten it.  “Here we are, it’s ok, you won’t be up here for long,” murmured the nun unconvincingly.  As she locked the door with a click behind her, Theraisa whispered, “Please don’t leave me alone.”  She weeps a little, into the uncomforting darkness, all hope has abandoned her now.  Then there was a movement, outside the window – was it- yes it was him!  She was sure of it.  She grabs a chair, the only furniture in the room, and stands up on it, to get a better look, but he had already disappeared.  As she started weeping again, she began to shake uncontrollably, and lost her balance.  The chair falls from beneath her, and she can hear a faint sound of shattering glass over the pounding of her heart.  Pain laces through her neck as the glass slits her throat, and blood gashes out, red and thick in the twilight.  Somehow, she manages to find her way to the door, and she scratches heavily on it.  No one answers.  No one cares.  The scratching is a usual thing.  “Help, help!” she feebly cries, but with too much force than her body can handle.  She coughs up blood, and in her last painful moments, she murmurs, “Cecil,” forcing her to cough up yet more blood.  Then she is shockingly still.

The head nun hears a faint dripping sound and turns.  She stares in horror at the sight of blood, pure and red, dripping through the ceiling.  She rushes up to the attic, and with shaking hands, unlocks the door.  She turns the handle and her eyes widen in shock and terror with the sight that confronts her.  Poor little Theraisa.  Poor little, sweet, mad Theraisa, lying in a pool of her own blood.  The sight is too much.  The nun can’t help but feel as if it is her fault.  “I was just trying to protect you,” she murmurs to the cold, limp body, as if it could still hear her.  The tears can’t help but flow, and the sister collapses on the ground in hysterical hiccups.

Decades later, a group of students pass by the old building and wonder about the death.  The place is now a school, and rumours are circulating about the mysterious ghost Theraisa.  The students all laugh and pass it off as a joke, all except for one.  As they are about to move on, that one student sees a movement in the window, the curtains being blown aside, and for a moment, the figure of a girl appears, still desperately trying to get a last glimpse of her lover.  And then she disappears.  The student tries to forget about that, but it keeps bothering her.  She cannot keep the thought of the girl out of her mind, or her haunting chant: “Theraisa, Theraisa, are you there?  Theraisa, Theraisa, with thy silver hair?”  

***This story is partly true.  It is based on the rumour of the Ghost of my Highschool.  Though the girl’s story is real, the ghost is still yet to be proven***

The Ghost of a Memory

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

I am shattered,
Lying dead on the floor,
My mind it has scattered,
My hand’s on the door.

I scratch a little harder,
But they don’t seem to care,
“I don’t really like her”,
The truth’s too hard to bear.

The blood it pours freely,
Drips through the ceiling,
And it may seem merely,
A joking dealing.

I cry a little louder,
But nobody hears,
My blood turns to powder,
But they all just sneer.

“She’s faking, obviously, nothing is wrong,
She’s mentally damaged, that’s all,”
That shall continue to be their sad song,
When they didn’t answer my call.

The memories turn to ash,
And seep through my heart,
I only claw the slash,
That became the start.

The angry red line that pours from my neck,
The remainder, my last line of life,
All I can do now is try and forget,
The things that always gave me strife.

I cry once more,
They do not listen,
I no longer claw,
The blood just glistens.

And now that I’m dead,
They all think I was ill,
A bit dumb in the head,
Maybe I am still.

But you never remember,
The pain that surpassed,
You never remember her,
Or her troubled past.