| Nailo's Poetry Section |
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| A Difficult Road October 15, 2003 In the past my life was different. Always angry and very vengeful. I spent my time staring off in space, To see the emptiness of time. I talked of death and hateful things, And in my mind believed. True happiness was not for me, Forever lost in time. My proudest moments Were of great dispair, In writing a poem of death, love, and hate. These three to me became of flesh And started to come to life. For each of these my life did share, And together they were me. Unknowingly at that time in life, A part of me must die. For if it didn't the life I have, Would never come to pass. But by writing my poems and stories of hate, Drawing pictures of death and pain; A part of me soon ceased to exist, and was locked away from me. For awhile in life, I just went along; To whatever happened by. But no feeling in me was ever found, For that was the part that died. Years came and went, And anger returned; Resentment for my life. To remember the dreams that I once had, Drift quickly ever on. Without much done about my dreams, They slowly faded away. 'Til all that was left was anger and pain, Growing stronger day by day. Anxiety became my friend, And always on my mind. "What's wrong with me?", I'd ask myself; And my mind would answer back. I thought the worse all the time, never moving on. But then I awoke from my years of slumber, And started getting help. They say the first step in fixing things, Is admiting something is wrong. So to myself I said to me, "Let's get this figured out!" So by talking with a therapist, And getting all confused. I started to see the light, Start shining once again. For this I have found a new meaning in life, And it really needs to stay. To feel young and vibrant, Was something I had lost. 'Til you came along and showed me the way, Of love and happiness unseen. Still leary to the truth and doubting alot, Please be patient and understand. I want to believe and be honest to me, Cause I don't want to be hurt again. I can't handle the pain That I lived for so long, And for that I am glad you came along. Please don't ever break my heart, Cause it will be shattered, Never to be fixed again. And I will be destined to be alone, Until the end of time. |
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| ** please do not duplicate this poem without my permission...these are my personal works. Thank you for reading them.** |
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| A friend of mine, Michael Field, did this drawing of my RPG character, Iesa. She is an Elf bard/wizard. I think he did an excellent job of it! Thanx Michael! |
| Micheal also did this one..this is our character cards. More of an up close look at Iesa and as you can tell...in color this time. |