This one is somewhat depressing/hopeful I guess

Falling

Falling,

lost in virtual emotion.

Darkness,

cold bites toes and fingers.

Suffocation,

crushed under the decisions of another.

Catch,

brown eyes glimmer.

Warmth,

a hand holds icy fingers.

You,

found by the unexplained.

Light,

bright as stars.

Falling,

this time not minded.

First Poem

Alternative

A mask,

a beautiful mask,

shielding,

protecting,

Masking,

masking the real,

the truth,

the everything.

A mask,

a breathtaking mask,

covering,

confining,

Hiding,

hiding the natural,

the illogical,

the incomprehensible.

A mask,

a villianous mask,

scheming,

decieving,

Intervening,

intervening with the good,

the bad,

the right,

the wrong,

the subtle,

the bold.

The mask has become the world.

The world has become the villian.

Well, here it goes...

Dear Anyone,

Well, I'm kinda new to this...so just bear with me until I get the hang of this...I guess.

I'm one of those closet writers that prays to be discovered but doesn't have the guts to show anyone her work. So, I thought maybe this blog could help me move along with my writing. I write poetry, stories, and sometimes music. I don't know if anyone would like it, or if it has any meaning; I don't even know if it's any good whatsoever. But I thought I'd post it here to get a little feedback.

So please, if you think it's good, tell me. If you think it's awful, oh please tell me. I hope to be posting things regularly, but I can't say for sure. Oh, and by the way, if you're some creepy stalker person....LEAVE. I'm not gonna post any information about myself, not even my real name, so forget it. Just the writer and her work.

Oh, and by the way, no stealing my poetry. I will find you. And you will be sorry.

That is all!
:P <3

Love,
Mimi