"fullmetal" poems
I still have too long a life ahead
To get rid of these feelings, right?
I want to try doing over
The things I've left undone.
I thought I was running after
Something carried over from my dreams.
Yet I'm stumbling into people
On this narrow, winding road.
It's not like I want to go back
To the way things were back then.
I'm just searching for the sky
I've been losing.
Here's hoping you'll understand.
Stop making that sad face
As though you were a victim.
Sins don't end with tears
You have to carry the pain forever.
Who am I waiting for, in this maze of emotions
With no way out in sight?
I want to purge myself more simply
As if writing in a blank notebook.
What is it I want to escape from..
...Is it reality?
It makes me want to scream that we're alive
For things to come true.
Can you hear me?
I can't put up with playing it safe.
I've got nowhere to go home to.
I'm always grateful for kindness
That's why I want to grow stronger.
(I'm on my way)
I even welcome this pain
For the things I miss.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
"There's no such thing as a painless lesson-they just don't exist. Sacrifices are necessary. You can't gain anything without losing something first. Although if you can endure that pain and walk away from it, you'll find that you now have a heart strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Yeah... a heart made Fullmetal."
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Twin towers built in stone and steel,
birds fly gleely, these skyscrapers
envying men in their four-wheel
In awe they come; soon, they disperse.
The skyscrapers soon met their fall
from fullmetal birds that hit them.
Crashing, crumbling like Berlin Wall,
United they stood, now the ******
Now, they met their last communion,
all of West weeps; I watched them weep.
There comes... a death of a union:
There comes love, now fallen asleep.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
I've made mistakes
3 to be exact
A heart made stronger by pain
I have to endure
But if I can walk away from this
I'll find that I have a heart capable of overcoming anything
A heart made fullmetal
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 4:42 PM UTC
Do we really exist in the world?
Or are we just a part of another reality.
Just like what Rick and Morty was travelling through.
Like what the Fullmetal Alchemist discovered.
The other side of the gate.
What if we die now?
Do we continue living in the other world?
Or do we die in all the alternate universe?
Do we get a second chance in living?
Do we get the chance to say goodbye to those who we are afraid to leave behind?
How easy will it be?
How hard will it go?
Are we living in the ultimate reality where
it is easier to break hearts than to love?
where it is easier to steal than to gain something?
where it is easier to run away than stay and fight for it.
What it in the other side,
there is more happiness than this?
what if it does not require drugs to laugh our ***** off.
what if in the other side, it does not require violence to get through peace.
Is this why they have forbid us to commit suicide before its our time, because they forbid us to know the truth behind all of this and we are still not needed in the other universe where we are still kicking and breathing?
They say everything has its purpose.
Do you know yours?
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
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It will end, just not when you want it to/
We are not gods, we’re bugs/
Smashing our faces on the window pane/
Stubborn disposition/
One of us will break, and it ain’t me/
Bull with bloodshot eyes/
Seeing red; show me some action now/
Sick and tired of idle threats/
Just stab the front/
No space on my hunched back/
Look me straight in the blindfold/
So I know who to return the knife to/
Calm down, ******
Napoleon Dynamite sigh/
Most people are pigs/
I’m a person of disinterest/
Mind running wildfire; burnt out as Hell/
Life is a wife that just won’t shut up/
I’d **** for a breather, die from pollution/
Catch 22; unstuck in time/
Loops within loops... déjà vu everything/
Given another chance, I’d fail yet again/
Ad nauseam; subtract annoyances/
I’m sick of your voice, stop talking/
There is no peace.../
In this skull; people in my grill/
And my sense of self keeps on mutating/
Boss level stress/
It will end, just not when you want it to./
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC