My Depression

I hear the whispers,

Hatred, sadness, peace and love,
No emotion,
No life,
Nothing.

See the darkness,
Feel the shadows,
Taste the longing
And the craving
To love.

I cannot love,
For I cannot hug-
Touch,
Caress.

Story of my life... I have a difficulty having any form of physical contact because I hate pressure on my arms, ribs and stomach. I detest hugs - they mean nothing to me and I always feel more uncomfortable afterwards. It's awkward - I wrote this is less than 5 minutes when I was feeling down... so it's not brilliant. But still, thanks for reading ! :)

Shadows (Haiku)

Haiku's, for those who don't know, consist of 17 syllables (well, most of the time anyway) - they are Japanese and are usually set out in the style of 5 syllables to the first line, 7 syllables in the middle line and 5 again in the last. This is not always the case - but it is how I have chosen to present mine. I hope you enjoy my haiku ~ Shadows:

Rejected by light,
Overrun by the blackness,
Fearing the daylight.

Comment Please!

Midnight Hatred

Hi, I'm Danielle and I'm 12.

I love writing poems - this one is called Midnight Hatred:

The storm creeps up -

Whispers of fear,
Echoes of life,
Quiet footsteps,
Then silence.

In the dead of night

Gentle drops fall.

Temper building

In the savage storm,

Clouds roaring;

Pulse pounding.

Thunder crashes,

Bright lights strike,

Shadows dance.

Blackened sky;

Fighting the hilltops.

Temper fading...

Darkness departs.

Dawn breaks,

Adrenaline ceases.

I also have a picture to go with my poem. I would like you to comment on it as I think it goes quite well as it shows panic, lightning and anger all rolled into one.

So what do you think to the Purple Stallion Silhouette? I love the way it describes the poem.

Also, after recieving comments from people via Email and Letter ~ I realised there was another meaning to my poem, not only the Storm Description but it could relate to a person: "Temper building", "Gentle drops fall" (Sounds like tears) and then "Shadows dance" could be the shadows of people moving when people fight and move around, avoiding each other.

So I hope you like my poem!

- Danielle .x.