Sorrow takes too much work

Smiling takes effort,

when a frown will do just as well

just some way to shape your lips

when most of the time not a single soul will notice

but we still try and put on a show.

Whether I smile or frown, is all a part of the role I play.

Apparently showing the pain or hiding it

shows our judges of character.

And whether I want to roll up in a ball

and hide behind a wall of sheets

is my decision.

It doesn't show that I am weak,

and do not belong here.

Then does smiling show that I am a fool

with no heart

and am just an empty shell without a soul.

Either way I am judged incorrectly.

So I chose to neither smile nor frown.

Both take too much effort,

but still cost the same amount of pain.

Update from me :)

Well, I wanted to say that I am trying to get back to posting a lot more often. In the long run it really helps me with my writing. I also wish for constructive criticism. There's not really a way that I can progress without it, so that's what I am asking for, and I will handle and accept anything said. Also, I decided to try and steer clear away from nature for a bit, not all together but my mom was saying that my poems all sounded the same, and overall I agreed, so I am deciding to try to not write about nature as often as I do, or when I do, I try to make it unique or different from others. So that is my big update, my big writer's block was also not having time to write and not being able to come up with anything for a while. Now I'm learning to fit it in and once I get inspired by the tiniest idea, not to put it off for later, but to jump right at it. I also want constructive criticism about the titles. My goal for titles is to add additional meaning to the poem without mentioning things previously mentioned. I haven't been to good at creating titles so that's what I want to work on too. I have a lot of writing goals for myself for 2011, and I hope to see the accomplished by the end of the year. And any advice or comments are always welcome. Thank you!

The Discarded Miracle

The thought lingers on my brain

as it has for days

so I try to grab it,

and further work on the idea

however it keeps avoiding my grasp

and the scattered remains from previous ideas

are hungry for attention

so as everything is meant for a reason

I saw this as an omen

so I ignored the new idea

and tried to make something great

from the trash bin in my brain.

The Pleasant Trance

I open the pages and the scent invades my brain

I smile and begin to take in the words

Scattered across the page

the words act as molds and the substance that fills them are the story

the story that tells a tale

a tale of wonder and of adventure

a chronicle never thought of before

and as I listen to the tale

I imagine that I'm trapped in the tale

and cannot leave until I finish

so my eyes become glued to the pages I read

and read

and read

until the last word fills my mind

and I have control of myself again

so I shut the book

pick up the sequel

and am lost all over again.