Fictionpress.com doesn't work... T_T

So, I'll put my recent poems here until I can find a way to get it to work again.


Though I know that I am only human,
and that I am just beginning to wake up,
I can feel your hands on me, rustl'ing me,
telling me to get up.
There's work to do
healing those that do not know how to heal themselves.
What is the point in having these gifts
if they sit on a self
never to be used?
Though I know that I am only human,
until last breath, my work is never done,
healing those that cannot, do not know how to heal themselves.



Blood, sweat, and tears
it's what we had used before
to close the gap between us,
drawing us closer, and e'en more.

Blood, sweat, and tears
that's what held us together
all holding us through
the vibrant and gloomy weather.

But I drifted away, doubting what I, we had.
I fell short of what I was, I lost myself somehow,
and I did so, injuring you.
If I could go back, turn that clock 'round, it wouldn't have happened.
It did, and we have to live through it. It is guilt, however, that I must bear.

That doesn't mean it has to stay that way.

I may not be very headsmart,
or strong,
or very pleasing to the sight.
But, for you,
I will fight, proving that I am
a queen among slaves,
a jewel to be worn on your crown,
a friend to laugh with,
a needle, sharp, to mend your stitches,
a warm steam house to dwell and relax in,
and a towel to dry yourself from sorrow's salty oceans.

Blood, sweat, and tears.
That is how I will work my way,
climbing the canyon,
filling in that great divide that keeps us away from each other.


~Inspired by: "Balance Valley", Dark Cloud 2 (PS2)