|Lost In My Nightmare|
Author has written 3 stories for General, Romance, and Young Adult.
I used to think
I was lost in your Nightmare
Wandering in the dark
Alone and afraid
I heard screams
Of Anguish and Pain
And learned to enjoy them.
I felt the tense silence
And I felt naked and bare
I watched Love
Fester and rot
Saw Hatred creeping in
From the shadows of your mind
And clench around your heart
I tried to stand strong
Against the Abuse and the Rage
But it beat me down
Into a crying, whimpering mass
And I learned to run
I saw you break,
Your heart shattered.
I tried to pick up the pieces
But they slipped through my fingers
And I knew that I couldn’t save you
It was then that I realized
I wasn’t lost in your Nightmare.
I wasn’t even in your Nightmare
I was lost in my own.
So I don't really know what to put here. I'm a little girl with big aspirations. (Aren't we all? Well, I mean, I know we're not all little girls...) I write poems because they're my way of getting out my emotions. I'm good at spelling and knowing where to put punctuation, but I honestly can say that I don't know the difference between a complex and a compound sentence. I think I could be a decent beta-reader, so if anyone wants me to look over anything I'm more than willing. Like I said, I'm good with spelling and punctuation and some other stuff, but I'm not too good with lierary terms and sentence structures.
Haha! Random Quotes...and Stuff!
He looked at me and said, "Do you ever feel like you're working for something you're never going to get? You shoot-and-miss kind of deal. Like, no matter what, you can't have it. But that makes you fight for it just a little bit more?" I looked at him, stared at him for a second, and replied, "Everyday..."
Sometimes you just have to smile, pretend everything's okay, hold back the tears, and just walk away.
And sometimes you make me so mad I wanna throw you in the middle of on-going traffic, but then I realize that I would probably kill myself trying to save you.
We're all a little weird and life's a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours we join up in mutual weirdness and call it love.
I don't bite...unless you're into that kinda thing.
Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.
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