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The World’s a Dark and Cold Place

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

The dreams no longer die in time,
It doesn’t even matter why,
The memories I had replaced,
With new, less important ones,
Died on the next day.

And I didn’t know, why it wasn’t so,
Why nothing turned out right,
I don’t understand anything anymore,
The world has changed too much.

Now I see the truth of the path that’s been laid out for us,
But I don’t understand what it’s been through,
The people come and go,
No one cares, anymore,
The world’s a dark and cold place now.

Who could’ve predicted,
This would happen to us?
And who could see,
The future so dark?

Now I see the truth of the path that’s been laid out for us,
But I don’t understand what it’s been though,
The people come and go,
No one cares anymore,
The world’s a dark and cold place now.


Posted in General Posts, Posts with tags , , , , , on June 8, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Hello again,

I’m so happy, I now have 100 followers!  My little community is growing, slowly, but we’ll get there!  Thank you so much to all my supporters, and I wish you all well!



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.”


Posted in General Posts, Posts with tags , , , , , on May 18, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Dear Everyone,

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME!  It’s now been a year since I started blogging and I already have heaps of followers!   Thank you guys so much!  I hope that over the years, I continue to find the time for blogging, and I hope that I can share my writing with even more people!

Thank you, everyone who has supported me,
Myra M.


Just let me die

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

You act like I am perfect,
The perfect, little girl,
You say that every chance you get,
It kind of makes me wanna hurl.

You make me hurt even more inside,
Through the little things you say,
Compliments, things not worth my while,
And you wonder why I cannot stay.

What would you do if I died tomorrow,
Would you grieve forever?
Would you live in sadness and sorrow?
Or would you think of me never?

I know for sure that you must hate me,
With every fiber of your being,
But with all this sadness, how can I be,
Sure of anything really?

I don’t deserve your pity,
I don’t deserve compassion,
Just let me die in this quiet city,
Just in my dying passion.

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.

What You Say Isn’t True

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , on March 31, 2013 by Myra's Circle

You call me perfect,

You call me sweet,

You call me many things,

But they are not true.

You say I am wonderful,

You say I am great,

But I do not think so,

And I do not feel,

Like I am worth it,

Not worth it at all.

I feel so useless,

So angry too,

I feel so awful,

‘Bout this feeling.

But deep down,

I know the truth,

I know that what you say,

Is not true.

What Will You become?

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , on March 18, 2013 by Myra's Circle

What will you become,

When smiles we now regret,

When tears are all we have,

Do you want a bet?

What will you become,

When nothing’s worth your while,

And all that we can do,

Isn’t just a smile?

What will you become,

When Death itself is close,

And all is lost so you,

Just take one more dose.

What will you become,

When a dose becomes a dozen,

When it takes more and more,

Becoming close to a thousand?

What will you become,

In the end of it all,

Will you be something big,

Or something very small?

I Never Said

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

I’ve never said this,

Out loud before,

And I am not sure,

If I ever will.

I never mentioned,

That I am afraid,

Of me, and myself,

That I’ll never say.

I never told you,

These thoughts that I think,

And nobody knew that,

With this greatness I sink.

I never asked you,

To try to understand,

All that I ask,

Is that you just pretend.

I want you to pretend,

That you know I am fine,

To pretend about everything,

And the feelings that are mine.

I ask for ignorance,

That you ignore my pain,

You ignore my sadness,

You ignore the rain.

I never said,

I wanted to be happy,

I only said,

I’d pretend for you.

A Nobody’s Song

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , on March 12, 2013 by Myra's Circle

I am Nothing,

From me you run,

And scream at night,

From me you cry,

With Nothing to comfort you.

I am Nothing,

No one has seen me,

And Everyone too,

Everyone sees me,

Except maybe for you.

I am Nothing,

I am the whisperer of thoughts,

Through the nights,

Hoping you’ll hear me,

Once in a while.

I am Nothing,

Worthless but for one,

Nothing can take me,

Nothing will cower,

Until the day of all will come.

I am Nothing,

I hear your tears,

Your secret wishes,

I am lonely,

But I’m only Nothing.

I am Nothing,

Not worth a thing,

I do not matter,

I cannot sing.

Nothing is gone,

Nothing is wrong,

Except maybe me,

And this is my song.