Poems and a Small nb

I couldn't sleep last night because my mind was on overdrive. Normally this is a terrible thing because my mind is not very nice. BUT last night he was being (dare I say it) kinda creative (*sigh of relief at not being attacked for using this word...yet!*) and everytime I shut my eyes words would fall from the ceiling and hit me. I wrote a few of them down to stop the flow. They're all works in progress but I was wondering (as ya do) if anybody felt like poking them a bit for me (unless you're all watching StarWars, which is vital to your life). *clears throat* Here goes:

I am in a lot of pain.

My eyes are too weary to weep,

But outside

The clouds cry for me.

Purple bruises cover the sky,

Bathed in the cool moonlight.

I sigh, stars falling.

The night ticks by and I

Wait for the sun to shine again.

It is already tomorrow

But I know the past is late.

(That was the first one I wrote. Personally I think it's rubbish except for the last two lines, but they don't seem to make sense anymore. They did last night. I like the "illiteration" in the first four lines, but I think the content is rubbish. Thoughts please!)

Fractured bubbles lie broken at her feet.

If the world were an orange...

But the world is not an orange.

A cloud of mist descends.

A face sticks out. Shining.

Shattered thoughts drift incoherant.

Youth lingers one more day.

A pause. Lightning.

Youth dies hard when you're young with feeling.

I would never desert you.

No matter what hellhole you decide to place your thoughts in.

The children are screaming.

I watch you sleeping,

Apparently peaceful

Though conflict rages behind closed eyes.

(I don't know what to say about that one. It's nowhere near finished but there are some aspects which I like - the phrase "Youth dies hard when you're young with feeling" has been floating round my head a few weeks now and I like it. I'm not sure if I put it in the right place though? Thought please?)

The hole is deep.

The child is sinking.

A feather flutters in the wind.

The world is dark.

The child is sleeping.

Fear caresses a lonely sod.

Love runs as tears drip.

A daisy falls, beaten.

The world was too strong.

Life was too much to take.

(Yeah. I don't know. If you have any thoughts could you just tell me what's good, what's bad? So I didn't stay up all night in vain.)

I'm not romantic.

I'm young and I'm foolish.

You call me cute.

I call me plain.

K's not for Knitting.

Life won't be endless.

P is for Parrots.

U is for Rain.

(I might be onto something there but I don't know what. I'm very tired now. Maybe I should eat some breakfast...)

Small nb/

I just want to apologise to anybody who read the "I'm Sorry" post. It was wrong of me to write it and I hope nobody read it. Hugs and smiles. Emmie