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Inner thoughts

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 23, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Somewhere in these dreams of mine,
There is a sort of deadly kind,
Of memories of past and time,
Where deathly smiles are free to shine.

There is a darkness in the air,
No one else seems to care,
Only I know exactly where,
The line between unjust and fair.

The tears cried for many more,
My heart aches, thoroughly sore,
I hate this to the very core,
I cry as I stare back at the closed door.

Not much left to think about,
When no one hears my lonely shouts,
I am left to my self-doubt,
Alone, and honestly wanting out.

Dark Thoughts

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , on April 6, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Dark thoughts swirl in my mind,

They wonder who I am to say,

“How can you be so blind,”

They fill me with dismay.

These thoughts inside my head,

I wonder what they are,

How they make me feel so dead,

Leaving only scars.

More darkness floods my thoughts,

More pain than you’d believe,

 More sadness than money has bought,

They simply will not leave.

Silence

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

The silence whispers in my ear,

It whispers at the door,

It takes away all I hold dear,

Yet still, it wants much more.

Silence takes my heart away,

It takes away my mind,

Silence takes the passing day,

And leaves nothing behind.

Silence steals all that is left,

It is part of me,

Silence is too quick to be deft,

To quiet to even see.

Nothing will take the silence away,

No more silence, I plead,

For I know that the thoughts keep the silence at bay,

But the silence will let me bleed.

The silence is the loneliness,

The reason why I cry,

But it’s also a shoulder for my stress,

The thing I use to get by.

What do I do?

Posted in Poems with tags , , , , , , on December 1, 2012 by Myra's Circle

What do I do when I’ve lost my way?

Where do I go?

Who do I turn to?

What will I see when I’ve lost my way?

Will it be sinister?

Will it be friendly?

What do I say when I’ve lost my way?

Will it be kind?

Will it be hurtful?

What will I think when I’ve lost my way?

Will I think angrily?

Will I be confused?

What happens when I lose my way?

Do I not really exist?

Will I just sit there and wonder?

I don’t know.

What Creature have I Become?

Posted in Angry Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Anger for what used to be,

A sadness no one else can see,

And in this world I used to hate,

Hate has now become a bait.

Forgotten now what never was,

Answered always, “Just because,”

Memories of an ancient pain,

For which others have gone insane.

The love and happiness dissipates,

At alarmingly speeding rates,

A pain so desperately desolate,

A deathly pallor, escaped from fate.

Lost souls roam from place to place,

Darting swiftly, just like a dace,

Sorrowful wails heard through the walls,

Sadness, how it dares to call.

A world surrounded by the darkness,

Feelings slowly get less and less,

And when this shadowed world does fall,

A fire will rise from the past of us all.

Haunting and burning, leaving us seething,

This burning anger is only just teething,

A loneliness, a bleeding pain,

A hellish, yet heavenly fiery rain.

Oh, what is this darkness you seek?

This sadness so very bleak?

As the wind penetrates your soul,

Will you be enveloped in the glowing coals?

This hope we once had has now been dashed,

And thoughts of freedom have quickly flashed,

Through minds that died so long ago,

From the hatred of a long lost foe.

This world is dead now, forever free,

Not a soul has been left here, but me,

I will suffer eternally, with burning loneliness,

A fate that has become quite a mess.

Crying tears of bitter flames,

I wonder now, what I became,

A demon that is hated so,

Or an angel, born so long ago.

A thought now darts through my mind,

Once where there were none to find,

A question, beats there like a drum,

“What devilish creature have I become?”

In a World of My Own

Posted in Fantasy Stories, Hopeful Stories, Stories, True Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Faraway, in a world of my own, there’s a place we’ll all be free.  In this world, everyone would be at peace and get along, like the flowers growing along the path.  In the winter, the snow would fall and blanket the earth and the flowers, like icing sugar on a cake.  There, the sky would always be blue, and no smoke or smog would smoulder the sky.  Birds would sing sweetly, a new song each morning, and creatures would go about their daily lives without being bothered by us humans.  We would protect the extremely endangered species, like the white rhinoceros and the giant panda.  No one would ever feel left out because we would all look out for each other.  If someone fell over, someone else would bend over to help them and ask, “Are you okay?” without thinking about it.  There would be no ‘kings’ or ‘queens’, because no one would commit crimes.  The land would not be ravaged by war, or famine, and if someone was lonely, another person would sit next to them and be their friend.  The grass there would be just as green as the ‘other side’, and whenever someone saw a piece of rubbish on the ground, they would pick it up and put it in the bin without hesitating.  There would be no factories, no polluting cars or roads, just beautiful green hills everywhere.

 

This world sounds perfect, doesn’t it?  Well guess what?  That little world is ours, just without all of the war, famine, loneliness, pollution, hate, fear, criminals and sadness.  That’s what our world would look like, at least, in my dream.

Nothing Matters When You’re Alone

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 15, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Tears don’t spill,

No emotions will,

Fill the void of her empty mind,

Not a single thought to find.

Searching for lost memories,

There is no remedy,

For nothing matters when you’re alone.

Eyes are dry,

Emits a robotic sigh,

From a body devoid of emotion,

There is no magic potion, nor lotion.

No pain penetrates her,

Her world is just a blur,

For nothing matters when you’re alone.

Bones are heavy,

There is no levy,

To pay for this glorious loneliness,

Nor something near as blessed.

Love means nothing anymore,

Her heart will never again be sore,

For nothing matters when you’re alone.

Pain knows but one limit,

One seemingly infinite,

Lonely, wandering mind,

It is one of a kind.

Sadness means nought,

Wars have been fought,

But nothing matters when you’re alone.

Wild thoughts are erased,

She never was fazed,

For madness means nothing when you’re alone,

No sound comes out, not even a groan.

Voices don’t talk,

Visions don’t stalk,

For nothing much matters when you’re alone.