Why can't I write happy poetry?!  I must have some kind of defect or something. Whenever I try to write something happy or fun, it just ends up turning philosophical and/or depressing. Is there something wrong with me? I mean, I'm not like a depressing person or anything, I just write sad poetry. Do I look like a depressed, suicidal goth with this layout of a blog? Right now I'm looking throught all my notebooks and journals to see if there's anything slightly cheerful or at least less than tear jerking... I know I've written something, I just can't find it...I think I might have taken it out and put it somewhere. Well here's something I wrote for my journal in English that's not quite depressing.

Lost in Time

     At dawn, with cloudbursts, daylight breaks. The sun's warm rays awaken the cold stone walls of the olden castle. A maiden, fair, with silk auburn locks emergeth from the ancient gates. Though she is embelished in  a gown of velvet, with medival embroidary garnishing it's splendour, her face seems out of place somehow. Her eyes shine the light of a generation far greater than the age she is cast to. As she walks down the cobblestone bridge to a grassy meadow, her eyes seem to search for a being unknown. Perhaps it is a person, an owl, or a fish. Perhaps it is not a being at all, but a thing, a something lost in time. But her eyes give no clue as to what they're searching for, only that they're searching.

   It's ok. At least it's not teary eyed. I've got some other stuff I may post later. Right now I'm chatting with someone and trying to write at the same time. Au revoir.

   Laurl/en