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The Broken’s Cry

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2013 by Myra's Circle

It was a dark and rainy night
The sky falling into ruins
Hopelessness befalling the broken
As they tried once more to feel something.
Screaming at the lowly skies
They whisper softly of sadness
Of loneliness
Of despair.
The broken are not the lonely
It’s something more than that
A sort of sadness
That can’t be felt
By unbroken souls.
They cry out
And scream
Their calls are but a whisper
To the ones who
Do not break.
Those lucky

A Silent Cry for Help

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , on July 7, 2013 by Myra's Circle

You cry,
When no one’s home,
With no one to hear you silent pleas,
Your tears fall,
Without any hope.
Your dreams are but simply that, dreams.
How don’t they see,
How can they not know how you suffer?
But you smile,
A pretense,
It doesn’t really exist,
But no one knows really cares.

Maybe Someday You’ll See Me

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

No one sees this part of me,

This broken, shattered destiny,

And no one even wants to see,

My tears, or what’s left of me.

None dare to glance into my soul,

None would dare to be that bold,

And no one even tries to look,

Towards that writing hand that shook.

Blind to all my troubled endeavors,

Or broken hearts from those that severed,

My pretty dreams are all that remain,

They are all that keeps me sane.

But darkness does dwell here,

In this pitiful soul so dear,

To so many that do not know,

Who I am or where I’ll go.

Maybe I’ll just disappear,

To finally get away from here,

Someday, maybe, you will see,

Finally, finally, you’ll see me.

An Escape

Posted in Sad Stories, Stories, True Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 24, 2012 by Myra's Circle

I wondered, staring up at the moon like this, if my life would ever be as full as that shining rock in the sky.  It’s light cast pale shadows over my backyard, and I stared out at the scene in front of me.  I came out here a lot; whenever I felt sad, or lonely, or misunderstood.  I had just had an argument with my mother and lost, and my mind seemed to be racing away from me.  Though it was quite late, the full moon brightened the dark, weary sky and made it look to be about seven o’clock.  I sighed, and shifted, when I heard someone in the room behind me.  No one knew that I came out here, and I preferred to keep it that way.  For me it was a place to escape to, where nothing else existed but me.  I guess it’s kind of selfish of me to think like that, but it always made me feel better.  I think I just need the fresh air.  I gulped some of it in, then, breathing in the scent of night.  Night smells teasingly of a new day about to start, but is not quite there yet.  They say that night is for the madmen, and the poets.  Maybe I am both?  I am not sure.  Sometimes I feel a little mad.  I hear voices in my head teasing me, but I know that those voices are just mine, encouraging me, egging me on.  I sat there, unsure, for ten minutes, twenty, until I finally fell asleep to night’s sweet lullaby.


Posted in Love Stories, Sad Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2012 by Myra's Circle

I ran through the fields of flowers, a streak of joy flowing through me.  The smell of fresh flowers penetrated my nostrils.  They smelt like summer.  I loved summer.  The days were always longer, so you could always seem to fit everything into daytime.  The day was bright and sunny, and drops of perspiration trickled down my cheek from the intensity of the heat.  I am not completely carefree though.  I question my every thought, every move.  I couldn’t seem to feel as calm and collected as others thought I was.  Inside I was screaming.  I was confused, angry even.  I hated that part of myself, that part that was always asking questions.  I stopped running and lay down in a bed of flowers with a particularly strong, sweet aroma.  I closed my eyes and drifted.  In my thoughts I drifted to my special place, a small white room I could no longer go to.  My study.  I saw the beautiful, intricate white desk, with a chair to match.  There wasn’t much else in the room.  The figure of me in my mind placed a pale hand onto the desk longingly.  The long white dress ‘I’ was wearing was in tatters.  I loved this little room, my sanctuary.  Whenever things didn’t go right anywhere else, I would escape up here, where I would write until my hands ached and cramps gathered in my legs from lack of exercise.  Sadly, I could no longer come here.  I watched through sad eyes as friends and family members came up here and said, “Her presence still lingers here.  It’s almost like she’s watching us from above like an angel.”  Every single person who came here said that, and it made me very lonely and sad to be referred to as a mere presence.  I was glad that they were moving on, though.  I was also glad that I no longer live there, in that world.  This world I now live in, is full of love and warmth.  Every night at dusk, I would hear angels sing.  It was beautiful.  But I was lonely in this new life.  I had no one to talk to, to confide in.  To quell my loneliness, I would visit my study and watch all of those people stroll through there daily, to mourn me.  Everyone knew that my death was inevitable but I was well missed.  I miss my friends too.  Now, I dream of a time and a place, where I can be with my friends and family again, where they can see me and not just sense my presence.  When I entered, I was greeted by bright light and choirs of angels.  This is what heaven feels like.

Meanjin Writers’ Camp (South Brisbane, Australia)

Posted in Posts with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 7, 2012 by Myra's Circle


This is to all those who live in Brisbane, Australia.  Meanjin Writers’ Camp is accepting submissions, so if you’re an aspiring writer, why not give it a try?  Here’s a link to the site:

Thank-you, and good luck!


Finally Finished!!!

Posted in Posts with tags , , , , , on June 25, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Hi again!

I’ve finally finished the story I’ve been working on!  I’ll make sure to post it on here.  I’ll also be posting the second one, Fire-Dancer (coming soon!)  Enjoy!

Sorry About Not Writing…

Posted in Posts with tags , , , on June 25, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Hi guys and girls!

I’m sorry, I know in my ‘about’ page, it says I will write everyday, and that I haven’t written in a week.  This is because I had to go to Canberra.  I promise that I will write extra to make up for it though, and include some pictures.


My Pen Name

Posted in Posts with tags , , on May 21, 2012 by Myra's Circle


My pen name is Myra.  I know it may seem a little weird if I use it in my writing, but I had already used my name in the story I’m writing, called, Souldancer, and I really liked the name.