Ok, i know its not exactly fic but i'm pretty sure ihad been told i could post it in here. Figured i'd name the thread so that anyone not interested in my tortured muse could skip it. Anyway, here's my first poem to post here anyway she lies all alone in her great big bed dreaming of better times of days yet to come she can feel his heart beat next to her and his hand upon her face telling her that he loves her and things'll be alright but where does the dream end and reality begin living in this lonely world can be so full of pain like i said its pretty tortured

and here's another, i'll wait for feedback before posting any more time to step out by myself time to face the rain feel it wash my pain away blue sky in sight again time to cut away again the fires getting hot suffocating, too much pressure time to chase the clouds away you're only in it for yourself i'm just in the way i've got to make a choice are you gonna keep pushing me away?

The first one didn't do it for me. Brings up feelings of despair. The second, now, I liked. That sort of feeling applies to many things in life, not just romance. The person is preparing to make things better.

for me growing up my poetry was like my diary, all the teenage hurts would come out on paper, and then later, not so teenage angst. it was never meant to be uplifting, it came with a warning that it was tortured.