I blame this entirely on Chessic. I do not like poetry, nor am I good at it, but the first night I read his poems it inspired me to write this.


I am the keeper of the shattered heroes, whose names once were a roar.
I am the collector of the beautiful broken, once loved and needed never more.
Give unto me your unwanted, your useless, wrecked and old.
Let me take them to my shelter, and there in my arms I'll hold.
I am the matron of misfits, of the strange that have no home.
I am the haven of the lost for when they cease to roam.
Do not hide your flaws from me, display them with great pride.
And if the world does shun you, I'll be your place to hide.

I wrote this for my departed beloved.

Has it really only been two years?

Has it really already been two years?

I live in a constant hell without you.

I've done so much without you.

Every morning your memory haunts me.

Every morning the pain lessens just a bit.

Some days I can't drag myself into the world.

Some days I can't keep myself from the world.

I constantly think of how much I wish you were here.

I constantly think of how proud of me you'd be if you were here.

I can't even think of letting you go.

I think I am beginning to let you go.

Proof that mediocre talent (read: mine) can inspire art (read: yours).

*evaporates*

I hardly consider the Bracelet to be mediocre talent and I know several people agree.

People do make mistakes. I'll let them all slide.

*evaporates*

You're cruisin for a bop with the Light Saber of Justice.