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The Mirror

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , on September 8, 2013 by Myra's Circle

The mirror, it yells at me,
Every second of the day,
All I could ever see,
Was sadness, hate and shame.

The girl who stared so blankly back,
She hated me, my face, my body,
Then one day her mind went black,
That’s how she ended, I suppose.

Now the mirror whispers sad things,
Whispers them with force,
And every blow the mirror brings,
Breaks me into millions of little pieces.

And I broke.

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?

The Pedestal Girl’s Cry

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 4, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Up on a pedestal
Above all she stands
A wall she built
With her own two hands
Keeps others out
And the sadness in
But she can’t destroy
Or let the wall win.
The pedestal looms high
And on top of it she waits
On dead hopes higher than the sky.
Her tears drop into the clouds
Which reach out to grab
Her empty, rotting shrouds.
She won’t let them hurt her again
Her pedestal will no longer
Be weak enough to bend.
On top of a pedestal,
Higher than the sky
She stands
And then
She
Jumps
With tears
In her eyes,
As she whispers so quietly,
“I’m sorry.”

She is

Posted in Happy Poems, Hopeful Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , on August 1, 2013 by Myra's Circle

She is beautiful,

Simple like a flower,

Open to new ideas,

Her petals reaching out.

She is confident,

Dripping with laughter,

Every moment,

Of every day.

She is perfect,

From her hair to her eyes,

Oh, those sparkling, sad eyes,

She is worth it.

She is beautiful,

My hope, my dreams, my heart,

She is everything,

She is who I want to be

She is not me.

Sologni; the Ice Forest

Posted in Fantasy Stories, Sad Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 22, 2013 by Myra's Circle

There is a forest that now only lives in our hearts, but once, long ago, was real.  A forest full of ice, and snow, so cold it could freeze even the warmest of hearts.  A forest of one thousand trees, that had been frozen for a thousand years, called Sologni…

OK, lets just skip through the intro.  I think you get the point.  It’s a forest that’s been frozen solid for a long, long time.  I was walking through the iced forest when it all started.  You see, I was a lonely girl, with no one to understand me.  The forest was were I belonged, the one place that only I dared to go.  It belonged to no one, but when I would walk through the forest, I could forget all my troubles.  No, wait, I’m not making sense.  Lets start at the beginning.  My beginning.  My name is Natalia Rose, and according to my friends, I live the ‘perfect’ life.  Yeah right.  As if they’d know.  My parents hate me, and I’m an only child, so I don’t have brothers or sisters I can turn to.  My grades are horrible, and I never sleep, but at least I have a good public image…  but that’s not the point.  My life is probably the worst it can get around here.  And that’s coming from someone who lives in a cursed village.  That was what I always figured.  Anyway, enough about me.  I won’t bore you.

As I strolled at a leisurely pace through the forest, I noticed a single drop of water, coming off one of the trees.  I blink, and it disappears.  Must have been my imagination.  Shrugging it off as too little sleep, I continue walking.  Then there’s another drop.  I frowned as I watched it drop in front of my eyes.  No, I thought, no, it can’t be melting.  Not after a thousand years.  It’s not possible.  As I watched two, then three, then four more drops fall off the trees, I began to panic.  This wasn’t just paranoia.  This was actually happening.  Sologni, the ice forest, was melting.  “No… no… NO!”  My tears mixed with the water drops, adding to them, making it worse.  If the ice melts, then the trees, and all their magic will die.  The trees encased in ice were the only thing protecting my village, from disintegrating into ash, as it should have long ago.  “NO!” I screamed as I watched my home melt away, flooding everything else with it.

Now, as I walk through the forest of dead trees, without any trace of life, I think about all the innocent lives taken the day that the curse was unleashed.  I think maybe it was God’s wrath upon us, for watching all the evil-doers, and not ever trying to stop them.  So what is the village’s curse, you ask?  Well, it’s over now, but it was a terrible thing.  A prophecy foretold that when the forest of one hundred frozen trees melts, the town of Bermuda would become nothing but ash, to be swept away by the winds.  And it came true.  Right in front of my eyes.  My tears were saltier that day, than on any other.  I sit down on the cold, unyielding ground, my dress splayed around me, as I hope to be rescued.

The girl who wasn’t there

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2013 by Myra's Circle

She watches when nobody’s home,
She sees all, with a sad little stare,
She cannot help but feel alone,
That girl who wasn’t there.

You don’t listen to her cries,
You don’t really care,
She turns her face towards the skies,
That girl who wasn’t there.

Her tears fall scarlet down her face,
It’s all too much to bear,
Stains her dress made of lace,
The poor girl who wasn’t there.

She isn’t there again today,
So don’t try to stare,
She is gone; she couldn’t stay,
That girl who wasn’t there.

Little Girl, Why do you hate yourself?

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 4, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Little girl,

Why do you smile even though you’re crying?
And pretend you’re OK, when inside you are dying?
Why do you wish that you were something else?
Why do you always hide the pain you’ve felt?

Why do you laugh at things that hurt you inside?
Why do you cover all the tears you have cried?
Why do you hate yourself, and why cause yourself such harm?
Why do you always pretend to be so calm?

The Last Dance

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , on May 3, 2013 by Myra's Circle

The girl who saw the ghost lives here,
She cries  alone a lot,
She lives her life in awful fear,
Of all that she forgot.

The girl who remembers angels,
You may remember her,
She cannot stand all that befell,
Those strange and beautiful blurs.

The girl who took her life remains,
In this abandoned lot,
In order for her to remain sane,
She had to lose the lot.

She couldn’t stay, she couldn’t leave,
Not the best deal, she had,
Finally with courage and grief,
She was lost by her own hand.

That’s the story of the girl,
Who lost everything at once,
Everything to her bright red curls,
In her final grieving dance.

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.

Angel

Posted in Hopeful Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , on March 28, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Beauty more than you can tell,

Something that may ring a bell,

You look at her, but you don’t see,

The angel she was known to be.

Not good enough for anyone,

What has that demon done,

To make an angel feel like this,

A feeling that she sure won’t miss?

You see her face but not her soul,

You cannot see the sadness so cold,

You are blind to all these things,

You are blind to even her wings.

Her wings are white, and purer than pure,

Her wings are sadness’s only cure,

But you do not know, for all you care,

That girl is no longer there.

She is gone, with the breeze,

She is gone as sudden as a sneeze,

You didn’t listen to her cries,

And still you don’t listen as she dies.

She whispers to you from time to time,

A silent question that is mine,

That one thing that she asks you,

 “Is helping others that hard to do?”