Monday, June 8, 2015

Paying it back or forward

She looked at the rain on her window,
Heard the lovely melody outside.
Watched him walk away,
Looking down at my hand the letter of my father.

My lovely annabelle,
Please be kind when you grow,
Make it a responsibility to see a light of dark,
Seek life in those of death.

10 years have gone,
Reading the letters one by one.
Looking at the ink print of his thumb,
Memories that always flood back.

I see him down the street.
Reading what he wrote to me,
2 lefts; a right; and remain straight.
Directions to him I needed to see.

I see him standing at a stand,
I look to see he sees me too,
We start walking, then running,
He embraces me in a warm hug.

We are 22,
10 years have passed since he moved,
He tells me of the adventures he's had,
I tell him the mystery I solved.


This is a poem that I wrote a while ago, I believe that the writing of letters was an idea placed into my mind by the anime Fairy Tail, the mother dies and the girl is writing 'diary' letters to her mom. She tries to tell her mom each day what happens to her; like new friends, fathers reappearing to take her back to her home where she can be 'married off to another rich fellow for profits for a company', hellish guilds that are terribly bad theyll kill anyone who stands in their way, etc. But the thing that I love most about that show is that a bunch of misfits found solitude in a guild named Fairy Tail and they live to protect and love there nakama, "family".

True

It maybe true,

That by looking at the blue ocean hue,

Will make you relax,

But just dont push yourself to the max, 

On trying to make it in time,

Because this poem won’t rhyme.

Please dont panic,

It still is intact.

You can see it once the day is done,

Because its better when….

The sun is gone.

When the moon has arise,

It will make your eyes….

Grow gold.

You are young not old.

This poem I made a while back, maybe I was in my 1st year of high school. I do believe I was, I think this was before my 1st boyfriend, and I'm not saying that my life changed drastically in a bad way. Its more like I learned to love myself more, and to love others. I met a lot of friends that changed my high school status to involved and not lonely or complicatingly normal. This poem was made before I changed the way I saw myself, I still dont know who I am, what I want to do, or who inspires me the most, hell I think that the person who inspires me is Lewis Caroll and my father. I think those are the only 2.