The DarknessI sit alone, the darkness swallowing me whole. It surrounds me like a suffocating blanket, but I oddly find some comfort in it. It scares people away, leaving me to my thoughts. I don't mind being alone, at first.The Darkness by Pinkpeach112
But then my thoughts turn against me, calling me useless, a fool. 'You can't just sit there all your life, you're a waste of space, a nothing!' I try to ignore, too used to sitting to do anything else. I convince myself that this is for the best.
Finally, I give in. The thought of supporting myself scares me, but I try to stand. But the darkness only tightens it's grip on me, refusing to yield; refusing to lift. I try to scream, to cry for help, but no sound escapes my throat. The darkness swallows it greedily, my once comfort turned into my worst nightmare.
I curl up, try to pretend that I'm okay, that the darkness and my own berating thoughts are not there. I am drowning, and don't have the energy to try to keep swimming, to keep living. I sit there, willing people t
Late night musesLate night musesLate night muses by Pinkpeach112
I tend to find that poems
And ideas float to me at night.
They just refuse to let me be
Until the sky grows light.
Even now as I write this poem
It is way past 2 a.m
I cannot sleep until I write it down
So I find the words, and then
The poem writes itself, you see
I just let my pen flow
Across the pages of my tattered notebook
And watch the poem grow.
And for those of you who ask me why
I don't just write during the day,
Well, by then my muses have disappeared
They decided to fly away.
My late night musings bring me joy
As I write down line after line
I'm so happy they decide to float to me
And let me call them mine.
ExpectationsExpectationsExpectations by Pinkpeach112
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.