Note: This poem was inspired by the song Broken by Lifehouse.

The broken voices, they whisper,

drowning out the sound.

They all strive to remind me,

that you are not around.

The simple answers evade me.

They will not let me know.

Who it is that I am now

if I truly let you go?

How is it that I’m breathing

when I can’t even feel at all?

Note: This poem was a bit of an experiment. I actually had the idea for a snippet of a story that I wanted to base this poem on. I ended up writing a short story and then writing a poem based on the story. I feel that the poem is way better than the story, but if anyone is interested, I will post the story as well. Enjoy!

Captured in those soulless depths,

your eyes betray the pain.

Note: This poem is dedicated to HomeschoolGirl for inspiring it with her comment to one of my other poems!

Confounding conundrum,

Twisted test,

Until I solve it,

I cannot rest.

Fiction or fact?

What is real?

Could this alter

the way I feel?

Tipping timescales,

Uniting unknowns,

Answers are found

in the dusty tomes.

When shadows fade and shadows fall

Darkness creeps and rolls

The desert man made of sand cries out

                “What a laugh, did you think this was a pure romance story? I mean come on.  How could I let my author write something like that? It would have no place in it for a villain like me.

WONDERLAND

Throughout high school, I had always told Elaine she was the prettiest girl in school, but she never believed me. 

When by luck we wound up in the same college together, I wrote down on a semi-finals test paper what she called an 'essay'; on how she was the prettiest girl in the college. 

*A/N* I am Myself will probably be continued under a different title. Hope everyone likes these!

*A/N* I've been having an infuriating case of writer's block lately, so therefore I had to rant about it. I think that lots of people can relate......

Those eyes I see, in the dead of night.
Those eyes I fear will be my demise.
Their red burning in the dead of night
Their white lining glowing like moonlight so fine.
I try to decline
Those eyes so malciouse
His teeth sharp and rigid
Those eyes like fire from hell
Now it is easy to see why so many fell
Into his prison of char and brimstone
A thousands souls never burning alone
Those eyes so cold
Those eyes so bold
They keep me down like a burden on my back
My hope to attack
But I can't do that