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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.

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.

Your Smallest of Small

Posted in Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 13, 2013 by Myra's Circle

I am dead,

and I am dying,

I am sad,

but I’m not crying,

I am lost

and I don’t know,

Where I am

Or where to go,

I have a life,

But I’m not living,

I have possessions,

But I’m not giving,

I am everything,

Or nothing at all,

I am YOU,

I am your smallest of small.

Love is the Greatest Sacrifice

Posted in Happy Poems, Poems with tags , , , , , , , , on November 14, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Painful dying, that is love,

Dying, flying, high, like a dove.

Plentiful lying for all to hear,

Sadness in that horrible leer.

Love is for those who are full of heart,

It strikes right through, accurate as a dart.

Love is the tear that falls ever alone,

The strength that comes that one cannot condone.

A smile pulled out from nowhere,

Love such as that is found everywhere.

Love is being strong, for no reason at all,

The sadness so long, the one who stands tall.

Love is living, giving yourself up,

When you are all but out of luck.

The sacrifice of love’s first kiss,

Don’t come late, or that you’ll miss.

The greatest sacrifice that is of man,

Is love, above all pain it stands.

Live Again

Posted in Nature Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 25, 2012 by Myra's Circle

I listen unfeeling,

to the tree bark un-peeling,

My mind is reeling,

I’m tired of dealing,

My body is keeling,

From the rough sealing,

Of my coffin feeling.

I breathe in the scent of trees,

The world is all I see,

There’s nowhere else to be,

I feel ever-so-free,

To be me,

Is my final decree.