Pocketfuls of Gloom and Mist

This is no thread, I tell you. This is a realm. Filled with rotting carcass and chocolate lollipops. Yah. Believe it.
I'd love feedback on my writing, please. I don't get any help at home/school, and I find the poets here quite eloquent and capable of understanding and interpretation. I'm always trying to improve and love help. Thankies.

And if anyone can tell me how to find my old poems in the archives, I'd really appriciate it. I'm still learning this site. ^.^

They Can't Find me Here

Downcast, we ran, and
If upwards we float
I'll mimic wings
And we'll fly to apocalyptic fortune
Then maybe they can't find me here
In the flesh of love we hide,
So hold my hand, dear
Salvation is near your heart
Let me cling to you
And maybe they can't find me here
Although, doused in the menagerie
You can remain tame but faceted
Bright, gleamless, fearful
Until flourescence finds you
When you explode into thousands
Of sins and butterflies, and
There is the place where you whisper
"They can't find me here"

That is Poetry

A little designative something
Poured from the beaker in your heart
And you watch as it tumbles and falls
Onto the paper before you

Splashes of sorrow and glee
Watercolor-mixed with the depths of your soul
These form the words that would fall
From your mouth, could you only speak

That is poetry

Cold, So Numb

The water is so cold
It feels like fire, tearing at my skin
I'm drowning, deeper and deeper
Darkness will never fade from my eyes
Who pushed me in?
I let you stand so close to me
When I was at the edge
So close, but stable
Maybe it was you
Now I'm choking on my trust for you
Filling my lungs; I can't breathe
Your lies, colder than ice...
They are percolating my flesh
I feel them seeping into me
Into my outstretched arms, so cold
I cannot move
You coddled my lowered guard
I can't see any light above me
No rays, not a single gleam
I'm sinking below the film of ice
And what of your betrayal?
Was is capricious?
I know you,
You'll say it was involuntary
But I know
Do you know how it hurts,
To have bitter frost eating you
Terrifying, taking your life slowly
And dimming all of you
Until you. are. nothing.

I don't usually do rhymes, but...

Dearest Little One

Why, my dear child!
How is your mind so defiled?
Who killed your soul?
Who murdered you so whole?

Surely it was not me

Look at this wonderous girl
Beautiful as a shining pearl
All the gracious things you do!
My, who created you?

Surely it was me

But the years passed this girl by
Now she wishes only to die
My poor little lamb,
Who hast cursed you to damn?

Surely it was not me

You had so much innocence
So much resiliance
Who made such a beauteous thing,
Worthy of a king!

Surely it was me

Now you swathe yourself in black
The world you will forever attack
My dear little fighter,
Who made your darkness so much brighter?

I assure you it was me

Sickness

Five walls above me
One more below, and they
So bear witness to phsycotic fringes
Memoirs to the fillers of nothing
One doctrine, and the one feeling that
Nothing bears witness to my sickness,

My mind spinning through you,
Seeing all of insanity's voices
I pull destructive flashes from concrete
And feel blindly across my walls,
Bleeding out my death to the skies
And screaming life to my satan

Scraping skin from flesh, I die
Slowly drowning in suffocation
Damn these shrinking walls, because
My sickness of past will kill me as I wonder
If my walls would yell aloud,
What would they say?

Starting to Fly

The dark shadows whisper words to me
And through the night air
I feel them flowing in my skin
They are only of drenched essence
But, nonexistant, they will raise me up
To dance with the stars
The mist engulfs me
I'm only so high off the ground
This time I won't let you pull me down