Shattering Stories

Wow! Two posts in one day. That's a record. I really wanted to share this poem. I wrote this in the same workshop as the last one. Once again, excuse the darkness.

I want to remember
when shame
was only in stories.
I want to remember
a time
when pain
meant only losing a crayon.
I want to forget
when shame
ripped apart your heart
and shattered your reflection,
I want to forget
a time
when pain
meant only a sharp stinging line.

I want to remember
when friendship was easy.
Hello meant hello.
And goodbye meant tomorrow.
I want to remember
a moment when
all joy was real.
Always alive,
but never dead.
I want to forget
when friendship was hell.
Loves was an enemy.
A word ends a life.
I want to forget
a moment when
smiles were a mask.
A cover to hide.

I want to remember.
I want to forget.
But no on will ever
fix the scars on a wrist.

Ending Twilight

So this is a poem I wrote during a writing workshop I took at school. It's a little dark, but oh well (excuse the depressing-ness of the poem). Constructive criticism would be appreciated.

Now is the season

for faith to break.

Now is the season

for one to wait.

Light from a window

makes shadows a like.

All minds are kept quiet

until twilight.

Now is the season

for trust to dispair.

Now is the season

for souls to tear.

The desert is freezing.

She walks alone,

Reflections don't match

a soft screaming tone.

Now is the season

for smiles to lie.

Now is the season

for cuts to dry.

Chimes cut through the mist

with a razor-sharp tune.

She waits, she waits.

It will all end soon.