Writing Aficionado on Wordpress

I do not feel like I am having much success using Blogger. For that reason, I have stopped posting my works to this blog. If you want to read my writing, you should definitely check out my Wordpress blog. There, I post frequently and feel much more welcome to the blogging community.
The link to my Wordpress blog:
http://thewritingaficionado.wordpress.com/
Hope you visit soon!

Fear

It hits you like a train,

And you’re left running—

Running

To the point of no return,

And it’s coursing through your veins;

You’re trembling,

Shaking—

Tears are streaming down your eyes.

It’s coming for you—

You know this

With a certainty

That’s sharp as a knife.

Sharp as the knife

That’s piercing

Your mind,

Slowly but surely.

And you’re in the dark,

Alone—

No one to save you

Or to understand,

But no one would understand

If you tried.

You’re crazy.

No, no! It’s real—

Then you’re lost

In a maze,

And your shadow

Becomes a monster.

And it’s chasing you

On your heels.

A dead end—

You can’t turn back.

Trapped,

Nowhere to go.

You wait

For the end.

When suddenly

It all goes away,

And you’re left

The same as before,

But different

Because in the dark

You look back

Over your shoulder.

There will always be

A drop of fear

Still lingering

In your blood.

Youth

Youth is the island

Where we forget about

The rest of the world.

Youth is the kingdom

That is ruled solely by

Carelessness and joy.

Youth is a memory

That shines like a beacon

In everyone’s heart.

Youth is the place

The gray and the wrinkled

Wish to return to.

Youth is a mirror

Of what we dreamed to be

And all we once were.

Youth is a candle—

It glows bright as the sun

But quickly burns out.

The Orphanage

This is not our home,

Yet it is here that we are raised.

Within these gray walls

We spend our woeful days.

What cannot be forgotten

Here we try to forget,

But should the memories escape us

We would become filled with regret.

We think of what we have lost

As we play under cloudy skies.

Sometimes we may smile

Though it will never reach our eyes.

At night we cannot sleep,

For we fear what lies under our beds,

But the most terrifying monsters

Are the ones in our heads.