Off the top of my head as I go along so it's probably no good. Usually I'm pretty good with my poetry, one poem is really good and is one of the reasons I joke I was on a cartoon. Long story, I'll explain it in a fic later on. Just a poem about Kari's thoughts on some of the things she receives from people's natural energy. If you wanna you can try to match the things to characters, go right ahead I ain't stoppin' ya. Though with some of the things it might be tricky and some of the last lines of the 2nd to last part (I keep forgetting what it's called, I keep thinking stanza but something keeps telling me that's not right) has a couple characters it can go with. I wrote the 1st poem last night 'cause my internet was down all last night and most of this morning.
Plus a bonus poem that can go for any guy in a cartoon/comic/anime/manga but in this case it's meant to be about Kurt, more before he joined the X-Men than him now but I hope ya'll get the point and like them anyway.
The Things I Receive
So many urges from just being around them
They make me want to hide from them
My nerves prevent me from telling them
My mind tries to protect me from them
Read my mind Jean, tell me what you find
What do you think you'll find in my mind?
So many feelings but so few of them mine?
So many wants and a few of them yours?
So many fears but most are mine?
So many dreams and a few of them yours?
So many memories but few of them mine?
Read my mind Jean, tell me what you find
Everyone's energy gives me an urge
They give me fear
They give me hopes
They give me dreams
They give me memories
They give me wants
They give me feelings
Read my mind Jean, tell me what you find
Some people's energy tell me stories
About the gingerbread man who always ran
About the glutton who ate himself to death
About the man with springs on his feet
About the girl who killed her father
Read my mind Jean, tell me what you find
Some energy tells me about them
About why they fear small spaces
About why they don't know who they are
About why they started to teach
About why they first refused his help
About why they never searched for their child
Read my mind Jean, tell me what you find
I still have their nightmares
Their parents dying
Their fathers using them
Their isolation
Their rejection
Read my mind Jean, tell me what you find
Some just tell me simple things
Like how one had lots of siblings
Like how one loves the ice
Like how one is always up with the sun
Like how one isn't 100 fond of water
Like how one is in love with the enemy
Read my mind Jean, tell me what you find
Some give me people's images
A little Russian girl
A brown haired thief of New Orleans
A bloody man with unknown age
A blond brother who was thought dead
Read my mind Jean, tell me what you find
With some I get a memory
Being saved from prejudice induced death
Being left behind
Being taken home for safety
Read my mind Jean, tell me what you find
I get so many urges from just being around them
I get the feeling that I have to hide from them
I know my nerves prevent me from telling them
I know my mind tries to protect me from them
I know I have to ask you this favor my friend
Read my mind Jean, tell me what you find
Dark Heart
Hollow eyes and sunken heart
Set this little boy apart
Show me what lies within his soul
Only then will I pay the toll
Whether his demon be big or small
I shall help him with my all
Once it is gone and out of the way
This boy shall have a brighter day
But for now his heart is dark
Darker than the darkest dark
I hope you all enjoyed my poetry. It's definitely not my best, but the second one is one I really enjoyed writing. Time it took to write "The Things I receive"? About five minutes. Time to write "Dark Heart"? About three hours actually. My computer wasn't being stupid or anything but I had one panel of FMA as inspiration, my internet was down, and my brain wasn't letting me think. Ain't it kinda funny how a long poem can take such a short time to write when a short poem can take a while to write? Or is that just me again?
Jamie Clone: "It's just you."
Say the disclaimer! I command it my foolish friend.
Jamie Clone: "Fine then." Rolls eyes and yawns. "Katie owns only Kari, and these poems, if anyone tells you otherwise find her and tell me who they are/where they are so she can strangle them for doubting her."
Good job Jamie Clone, you get a cookie.
Jamie Clone: "Why are you giving me a cookie now?"