7-1-11

I know I just posted one the other day... wait, was that just yesterday? Wow, how time flies. Well, I suppose technically it would be two days ago, but that's just because its a little after midnight.

Anyway, this one was written just a little while earlier than the previous one. I rather like this one. It starts out with sort of a dark tone (and personally, I really like that dark, mysterious undertone. I like somber things sometimes.) and edges its way towards hope.

Anyway, maybe I should just let you read it now.

And once again

I fall to my knees;

My heart falls out of my chest.

A million shards surround me.

I try to gather the pieces;

The ground is stained from my fingertips,

My fingertips washed from my tears.

My pain consumes me

Until I am just a shell,

A shadow of what I once was.

As I surveyed the debris, I felt the breeze of your love

Caressing my face,

Healing my broken heart.

I feel your breath run through me,

Renewing my soul,

Until I am only Yours.

One thing I really never do is revise my writing, especially creative stuff like this. I mean, sure, sometimes I'll go through and write a second version, but I would never dare to just change something. I mean, obviously I had a reason for stating it in a specific way at the time, so why change what I felt was right, ya know?

8-8-11

Yes, most of the things I write never get proper titles. Often I simply title them with the date I wrote them. As you can see, this isn't that old, but it isn't exactly new either.

I won't deny feeling this way sometimes. Obviously it doesn't apply just in general; here I'm talking about romantic-y stuff. I know I have a God, friends, and family that love me, but sometimes there's that feeling deep inside, yearning for more, ya know?

Anyway, without further ado, ummm... this.

They don't understand,

They can't comprehend

What it's like for me.

They've all felt it,

Known it, owned it.

But I have never

Had love.

Sure, all the romantic things

Are sweet and enjoyable,

But my heart wrenches

At every "I love you" and "Baby".

How does it feel to know

There's someone who always wants you,

Who worries about you,

Thinks about you, holds you,

Understands you?

What is it like to feel

Cherished?

It is perhaps my

Deepest fear

That I shall never know.

Okay, okay, over-dramatic, somber, I know. What can I say? When I write, it's often as an outlet for pent-up emotions. So that isn't just one little incident. That's more like (well, a fairly long time) of feeling that way. Not constantly, so don't go getting all upset, thinking "Oh no, Alonna's so sad, she's not depressed, is she?" No, I'm not. In fact, I'm pretty happy as of late. But I do still want to know how it feels. Maybe one day.