Alrighty. I'm not one for sharing my fluff or angsty stuff, yet here we are today, reading my fluffy angst poem. Everyone says my rhyming poems sound forced, but I think they're fun. Royia, duh. Not much to say except poetry isn't normally my thing and it is very obviosly OOC. Well, due to a very nice review, it has come to my attention that my stanzas did not show up. I don't know why this happened and I have tried to fix it several times. Really, there is a method to the repeditive lines. The line 'It hurts me too.' is the end of every stanza. Sorry for the inconvinience and if anyone has any idea what i'm doing wrong, please message me with your input.
My Army Brat
He trys to act
like everything's alright.
I hold my tact,
even late at night
when he falls asleep
at his desk.
The pain he keeps,
no longer statuesque.
A secretive cat,
in military blue,
my army brat,
It hurts me too.
I pray he stays,
"Please don't go!"
But through the days
he doesn't show.
He's disapearing,
bit by bit.
It's hard hearing,
where I sit
but still I hear
him mumble in sleep
and maybe a tear,
from his eye will seep.
He was just a kid,
and I was too,
but what he did,
It hurts me too.
When he remembers,
that time back then,
all the members,
he was one of them.
I cannot follow
where he goes then,
no tomarrow
for some of them.
His eyes are shut,
now a hidden blue.
Like an open cut,
it hurts me too.
When he's thinking
of the war,
my heart is sinking,
something more.
That is when
he'll laugh and joke,
the other men,
they'll prod and poke.
But I see,
this is nothing new.
What's hurting he,
It hurts me too.
Really one day
I swear I'll try,
To keep fear at bay
and not to cry.
Confront him with
all his lies,
his Mustang Myth,
those useless tries.
Polishing up
a dark leather shoe,
just a close up,
It hurts me too.
He holds on
to his calm exterior.
He'd be wrong,
but my superior.
He'd pull that,
If I talked him down.
My army brat,
in this military town.
I can't tell
just what to do
except to yell,
"It hurts me too!"
He holds it in,
all inside.
What has been,
I can't abide.
I don't know
exactly what,
he doesn't show,
his mouth is shut.
Seeing his eyes,
such dark blue,
repressed crys,
It hurts me too.
I want to scream,
"Don't you see?!
We're a team!
Not just me!
Not just you!
Can't you see?!
It hurts me too."
But I could never
comfort him.
just too clever
for such a whim.
I keep it deep
inside my head.
The poison seeps
and I'll be dead.
But I'm a coward,
through and through,
never empowered,
It hurts me too.
He's a secretive cat,
in military blue,
"My army brat...
...I love you."
Please give me your opinion! it seriosly matters to me! and I'm not just saying that. I love hearing what people have to say. Yeah, I realize that the stanzas are uneven but I couldn't make them flow any other way...