Ah, to frolick among the roses once more! I so desire to be rid of this infernal sickness which grips at my very heart!

Yeah, I'm sick. I spent too long in the cold, and got one of those sicknesses that's not really a cold, but not really the flu, y'know? Like I'm not coughing but my eyes hurt and I feel like crap. And it just so happened to coincide with about five assignments that are due this week. That blows.

Well, as you may guess, I can't work on DM for a couple days cos I feel rotten, so here's a bit of poetry I wrote a couple months back. I haven't written poetry in a while. Its a good release…

A DIARY IS BORN

A beaten book lies on the desk.

The cover is scratched and torn.

Coffee stains the small, neat writing.

A diary is born.

A life of a girl contained in sleeves,

Thoughts stacked on paper shelves.

Things best forgotten written within,

As if they write themselves.

His name is wretchedly torn away,

an attempt to change the past.

Months fly by with a flicked page,

The final page, the last.

A book closes, a diary finished.

Life taken by a thief.

A diary can't write a final word,

A thing too full of grief

"They say that after a perfect moment,

things can only get worse.

Maybe's can only look back,

at choices made at first.

I had so much, and now so little,

but there is an end in sight.

I'd be selfish to ask you not to cry,

as I go into bless'd night."

A crumpled piece of paper,

held by a pale white hand,

outstretched upon the bed.

ringed in a blood-red band.

Her face says she's done now,

content to go away.

She's finished with this painful game.

She no longer wants to stay.

But on the desk, there lies a book.

Painfully unfinished.

In the empty pages it is lonely,

and somewhere, somehow, diminished.

"A tale of how a girl found life,

And how she triumphed over pain.

And how her final page ends one life,

and a new life starts again."

Dreams are dreams, and hearts are broken.

Diaries can be grim.

Paper joins a battered book,

and lights, in a dark world, dim

They tell a story of life, then death.

The force that drives us all,

And so it was the heart-broken end,

Of one lonely teenage girl…

What do you think? Its a little grim I suppose, But that's my style :) I might post more down the track.