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What’s the point?

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

I can’t dream

or hope

or wish


What’s the point

of dreaming

of hoping with





They only

add up to


Mashed Up Feelings

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 22, 2013 by Myra's Circle

I know that one day,
Some day,
You will destroy me,
You will rip out my heart,
And shatter it with your pitiless soul,
And leave me broken,

As I once was.
Though I know this,
I cannot help but feel,
So happy, inside,
But part of me,
Oh, that awful part of me,
Cries out in endless pain.

Perhaps it is because I am scared,
Of the pain I may feel,
When I’m close to the end,
And you destroy me completely.

You will tear apart my soul,
Leave it in tatters,
And brutally murder me,
But I do not care.

Is it fear, or perhaps something else?
Something much worse,
Much, much more deadly,
Then a terror worse than death,
Much more than loneliness,
Just like regret.

Regret is the voice that sings louder than most,
I know this, though I haven’t known,
What it feels like,
To regret to live.

I am only a child,
Not worth much now,
I don’t know anything,
About myself,
Or about anything, really.

From Confused

Posted in Happy Poems, Hopeful Poems, Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Dear Whoever This Concerns,
Why does love burn?
Why does love sting like a little bee?
Why is love so blind that you cannot see?
I ask you why because,
My cheeks right now are red as a rose,
For I do not truly understand,
The love that is as deep as man.
Why is love not unconditional?
Why is love not at all rational?
Whoever This Concerns is a funny name,
My name is like that, one and the same.
Love never stops to catch it’s breath,
Love is black and white as death.
I ask you why and why again,
Why is love as dark as Satan?
Why does love make me oh-so-scared?
Like I was always, but never dared?
I promise you, dear Whoever,
I shall never ever say never.
I also promise this isn’t a ruse,
From your dear, dear, dear Confused.