Post by DawnseekerDella on Mar 21, 2017 12:19:06 GMT -6
Blame Zen, he made me feel less shit about my shitty Poems. XD <3
This first one is my feelings about healing in MMOs. It stems from my thoughts on friendship from the core up.
The only way you can stop
My Allies? My friends?
You will have to strike me down!
Cast your strongest spells..
Ready your sharpest arrows..
Cleave me with a gnarly axe.
You will need all the help you get.
You can’t stop them till you slay me.
And you know? Even then..
I will be casting with my last breath!
I am their hymn of hope,
I am guardian of their faith.
I will shield their dreams
with angels wings!
I am a healer.
This next one is for a very close friend, who is like my sister. But it honestly extends outside of that friendship as well. But it was personally for her. I wouldn't post this if I didn't lose a good portion of my works to being dumb and not making sure I moved everything before wiping a HD. So please don't repost it.
They lash against you
They chastise cruelly
They whip your heart
With fictitious ruling
But..
Keep on standing,
Stand your ground
We stand at your side,
Though they toss you ‘round
And we shall be your wings,
To carry you down
They are creatures
They crave your spirit
They have cores
Rotten and satiric
But..
Keep on standing,
Stand your ground
We stand at your side,
Though they toss you ‘round
And we shall be your wings,
To carry you down
Beaten and broken
Hanging on while biting
Good intentions
Keep on fighting..
Just..
Keep on standing,
Stand your ground
We stand at your side,
Though they toss you ‘round
And we shall be your wings,
To carry you down
Even when the darkness is here
Even when we seem not to care
Even when the storms rumble near
You will find us at your side,
Holding you close and dare
This last one is a bit dark, I wouldn't blame anyone for skipping past it, I put it on the bottom, for that reason.. I was in a VERY dark place when I wrote it. ITs unfinished... but after talking to Zen about it. It feels being unfinished makes it a stronger piece (in my humble opinion.) Very dark. Yet darker even.
Twisted and broken
Tendrils clenching her heart
Torn and shattered
Spitting up choking
Her chest pierced and torn
Eldritch creatures smell crimson spilt.
Unable to stand or resist
Struggling with tendrils
Engorging on her hopeless spirit
Digging into her wounds
Escaped but in torn pieces
Vile liquids swim in her veins
Embers nearly exhausted
Riling in pain as she crawls
Yearning to reach her blade
Only just out of reach
No one to save her
Even her captor had forsake
All around, as she stumbles for footing
Neither beast nor human
Deformed creatures uncaring, unknowing
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This first one is my feelings about healing in MMOs. It stems from my thoughts on friendship from the core up.
The only way you can stop
My Allies? My friends?
You will have to strike me down!
Cast your strongest spells..
Ready your sharpest arrows..
Cleave me with a gnarly axe.
You will need all the help you get.
You can’t stop them till you slay me.
And you know? Even then..
I will be casting with my last breath!
I am their hymn of hope,
I am guardian of their faith.
I will shield their dreams
with angels wings!
I am a healer.
This next one is for a very close friend, who is like my sister. But it honestly extends outside of that friendship as well. But it was personally for her. I wouldn't post this if I didn't lose a good portion of my works to being dumb and not making sure I moved everything before wiping a HD. So please don't repost it.
They lash against you
They chastise cruelly
They whip your heart
With fictitious ruling
But..
Keep on standing,
Stand your ground
We stand at your side,
Though they toss you ‘round
And we shall be your wings,
To carry you down
They are creatures
They crave your spirit
They have cores
Rotten and satiric
But..
Keep on standing,
Stand your ground
We stand at your side,
Though they toss you ‘round
And we shall be your wings,
To carry you down
Beaten and broken
Hanging on while biting
Good intentions
Keep on fighting..
Just..
Keep on standing,
Stand your ground
We stand at your side,
Though they toss you ‘round
And we shall be your wings,
To carry you down
Even when the darkness is here
Even when we seem not to care
Even when the storms rumble near
You will find us at your side,
Holding you close and dare
This last one is a bit dark, I wouldn't blame anyone for skipping past it, I put it on the bottom, for that reason.. I was in a VERY dark place when I wrote it. ITs unfinished... but after talking to Zen about it. It feels being unfinished makes it a stronger piece (in my humble opinion.) Very dark. Yet darker even.
Twisted and broken
Tendrils clenching her heart
Torn and shattered
Spitting up choking
Her chest pierced and torn
Eldritch creatures smell crimson spilt.
Unable to stand or resist
Struggling with tendrils
Engorging on her hopeless spirit
Digging into her wounds
Escaped but in torn pieces
Vile liquids swim in her veins
Embers nearly exhausted
Riling in pain as she crawls
Yearning to reach her blade
Only just out of reach
No one to save her
Even her captor had forsake
All around, as she stumbles for footing
Neither beast nor human
Deformed creatures uncaring, unknowing
T
W
I
S
T
E
D
M
Y
W
O
R
D
S