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

Cutting through

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.

Darling,

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.