The End

These ways, I wonder where they lead,
As doubt scatters and takes seed...
Beauty is broken, love repulsed,
Fate looked on as man convulsed.

Ashes return and turn into tears,
Days lost in these few years;
The darkness spells impending doom,
As He weaves with his bloodstained loom.

Water be still, oceans be calm,
Fire hold me in your flaming palm,
Air take my soul from this land.
Earth - this body shall rest in your sand.

Sometimes...

Sometimes, you just can't stay down. You're not allowed to. I have my friends to thank for that :)

Sometimes, you care too much about someone, who doesn't care about you at all. That really hurts.

Sometimes, you have to stop caring about someone who doesn't care about you, or when you can't afford to. That hurts even more, like someone's crushing your chest from the inside.

Sometimes, you can listen to a few songs, and start smiling or crying. Thats something you laugh about later when you regain your senses.

Sometimes, you prefer pillows to real people. That's really pathetic.

Sometimes, you're so desperate for affection that you'll sell your soul for a bit of it. That's plain stupid.

Sometimes, you get nightmares in bright light, and only the darkness can soothe you. That is rather disturbing and chilling.

Sometimes, you'd rather be ripped up with a knife than feel whatever it is you're feeling at the moment. You wish someone could do that to you. That's self-destructive and suicidal.

Sometimes, you want to sleep, but are too afraid to. You're afraid of losing control over your thoughts and your mind. That's insanity.

Sometimes, I talk too much. That's why I'm a moron :)

Lone Verse

I am alone, a lone verse
A stanza of laughter and tears alike,
Read, judged, discarded; now here, now gone,
I am alone.

I am a lone object, a rock,
Found too wanting, wanting too much;
A sponge, absorbing all, a thirsty stone;
I am alone.

I am a lone, laughing, rhyming song,
Seen and read, and enjoyed by all,
Needed by all, wanted by none -
I am alone.

I'll always be a lone verse,
A comical model of the universe's errors,
Hope my curse, ignorance my bane,
Walking through hell, alone.

I am a lone verse
A tragedy of errors and doomed
To forever exist
Alone.

A Good Poem

Soft, tranquil, meaningful, beautiful,
Is what a poem should be,
Not harsh, dull or hoplessly long:
The way your life you see.

You think to yourself-
The world's got frivolity AND misery;
But how, into your poem, can you
Bring something you never feel- serenity?

Your mother tells you to calm down,
Advising you to express your creativity
In the ways of Wordsworth, Keats and Ezekiel;
All they speak of is beauty and tranquility!

You are supposed to be different,
Not the way the world wants you to be.
You are to be that unique woman
Who's capable of preserving her sanity.

How, then, can you write a good poem
With levelheadedness and equanimity,
When the world around you is going crazy?
Well, you can write that poem without me!!