A sad muse even when in joy

It may sound illogical, maybe a little insane
but sometimes darkness comes even when there is no pain,
and this is not praising tragedy, but sculpting in clay
the melancholy and nostalgia of moments astray.

This is nothing to cry for, yet worth to remember
with moments that stung like your hands on an ember
or touching a wound and feeling the sensation,
a tingle on your mind, a poet's big fixation.

This is more a description than a petty complaint.
This is more an addiction than self pity, which is quaint
because the polarity of our thoughts is ever changing
sometimes we hurt while in others we are mending.

It is all about turning sad thoughts into art
a small amount of time that sets your soul apart
from the harsh reality where people pretend to thrive
while they just break to pieces in their lonely steep dive.

A verse or two can take away the silence
be a balm for hatred or an anesthetic for violence
so don't be ashamed to summon back your spirits
take the pen, write with pride and burn away those minutes.

By AlucardX

This is one for all of those who feel weird writing about sad stuff even when everything is ok.

Hideous seconds

Here I am, a creature trapped in this labyrinth of bitter palls,

in darkness and hopelessness as you don't care at all.

This is the creature you alone have created

pitied, thrown away and sometimes hated.

Is it this dungeon the deepest part of your being?

the walls smell of your skin and lost souls mimic your voice

just to remind me that I am trapped in the past

shaming me and making all of it to last.

The air feels damp with old broken promises

as I walk through hallways full of dust

with their particles whispering the untold story

of our moments of leisure and times of lust.

The walls are full of windows that have nothing to show

because this only lives in me, my sorrow and woes.

You decided to act as if I never existed,

in your never ending chasm of selfishness and distance.

Then I wake up, and I once again regain my strength,

but for those hideous seconds in all of their short length

I missed you while I shouldn't, I craved for you in vain

in another of those nights where my mind got lost again.

By AlucardX

This is one about those embarrassing moments when you catch yourself thinking about a lost love.