Nanie's Mad Scrawlings (Poetic Writings?)
It may be short, may be long, may be relevant or just insane.
But if you feel like taking a peek, you're totally free and free to comment.
Dear Valentine's Day.
I know it's a day late, but I'm tired as hell
so give me a fucking break.
To those who remember the days that passed,
those who I held sincerely in my arms.
Those of you I never see,
but will always hold somewhere inside.
Those of you who lost your way,
and let something strong die so soon.
I love you all for a reason,
so may you spread and take your love.
I wish on you all goodness,
something to return that which you give.
A Happy Valentine's Day from someone gone,
who's face you likely barely recall.
Look to the future and embrace what you can,
learn, love, live, and grow.
Love is the thing that makes things true.
Without love in the world,
I'd have long since forsaken every one of you.
The world is sick and it feels like it's dying,
but it has medicine here and there.
Remember to teach the blind to see,
and give a chance to those life can't.
I have nobody here and all I can spare,
is this shitty writing on the net somewhere.
But the thought is nice and square,
believe me - I wish I was there.
- 16 February 2011 - 04:21 PM
This post has been edited by Sammy: 16 February 2011 - 06:44 PM
- 16 February 2011 - 06:43 PM
Let's see... I figure I should throw another one down. This one's an older one though.
It's on my shitty ass Deviant Art page.
I swore in your name I'd be a hero.
A man of brilliance to outshine the darkness.
I swore on my name I would free those who suffer.
Why then do I clutch this blade?
I learned the face of many devils.
I learned the taste of their hate.
I slew all that stood in my path to being a hero,
and through it all killed myself too.
Just a memory that springs from within,
warmth of memories long since past that will not be.
The only essence of fuel that powers me to continue,
bearing the grit, the pain, and the rain.
I do not have you any longer,
and in turn nobody has me.
But this ball of corruption I live on has things so pure as you,
and for such a simple thing I will never fall.
This blade is not what will save you all.
But it really is all I have.
My armor's pretty bad,
and this machine has long since broken.
But it's alright.
I won't let it consume me.
I've met many without hesitation I proved I would die for.
But never once in my life did I expect to want to live for anyone.
So even if I cannot see your face,
or hear your words.
I'll stand tall with my blade to the sky,
ready to strike the demons which would reap such a flower again.
This post has been edited by Nanie: 16 February 2011 - 07:28 PM
- 16 February 2011 - 07:23 PM