AN: One of the things that I find most impressive about FMA is that when I look back on it, I don't immediately think of the heartbreak, and death, and suffering. I think of how hilarious Ed's short rants are, and of what a freaking adorable dog Black Hayate is, of Maes and his ammunition of Elysia photos. That's when Arakawa's talent really shines through; when she manages to squeeze in some humor and light-hearted moments between all the loss and tragedy. It goes to show that in even the hardest of times, every cloud has a silver lining. That's really what the show is about for me, staying strong through life's ups and downs. And thats what this collection is going to be loosely based around. It will consist of poems, drabbles and one-shots, nothing too wordy. Entries will not be in chronological order or any sort of order at all. Whatever I have written and ready to go, I'll post. So updates may be a little inconsistent and random (but aren't all my stories like that?;) ) I hope you enjoy this first poem, and if you have any request for a one-shot, just leave a review or PM me and I will definitely consider it.

Disclaimer: I can only dream...

Brother Dear

Every corner of the room

Is packed to the brim

With words unsaid

Silent promises to the living

And the dead

Dear brother, I am forever

In your debt

My brother, what I wouldn't give

To forget


But on the horizon

The sun is rising once again

It's too late to turn back

We can't give up yet

So we'll retrace our steps

Along moon-lit train tracks


Our days are long and our nights dark

But you never can sleep

Brother dear

Remember I'm here

And in that find peace


And must I remind

That in a different place, a different time

We were loved

By a mother golden and sweet

Let us think of her

As we rest our weary feet


Dear brother, we are not who we once were

And not yet who we're meant to be

Lost in the middle of a raging sea

But the moon-lit tracks

Are starting to look brighter

And the burden we carry

Is starting to feel lighter

Dear brother, perhaps we can win

Dear brother, perhaps we'll become whole again


My brother, I'll make you whole again

AN: Sorry about all the seperation, but this lovely website does not allow me to make stanzas, so I had to compromise.