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.
