#I just wanna sing *reunited and it feelllllssss soooo good!!!

[ssreeder]

hey hey it’s #poemanon back with the hakoda poem *smirk* also you seemed curious about my predictions so wanted to share,,,i am v bad at remembering details so if you asked me where everyone was i probably could not tell you but it would be the funniest thing if shen, reho, and ara (aka the hooligans) somehow met the gaang and then they figure out they’re both looking for zukka and the katara is like omg sokka is alive and whAt soKka iS wIth zUko hUh? but then none of them know where zukka is so they’re all just like what the hell do we do now? and then they’re all in pain bc i feel like you WOULD give us a little crumb like hey look katara knows sokka is alive but then they aren’t able to find zukka for a while and they suffer hehe but cOmPletely ignore me if they are like light years apart also so sorry for making this so hard to scroll through but anyways it might be ooc and i like it less but here you go :) hakoda poem for you :)

there’s a hole inside my stomach,

slowly corroding my strength

i pretend it’s anger,

i will it to be anger

because it’s so much easier

to spit at them, curse them, blame them

for yanking your childhood away from you,

burying it in the snow

with all of the bodies they’ve burned,

hidden deep

but not yet gone,

close enough to try to hold on to

it hurts to smell the ghost of ash

that did not burn me

but scorched my lungs, razed my happiness, buried a kinder man

to feel your absence

like the loss of a limb

enough to command death to ruin them,

to steal their love like they stole mine

to make them feel the greedy emptiness,

the absence of life infecting my veins

the rattling of my heart in my rib cage

as he tries to rip himself out of my chest

to reconcile my body

with the feeling i get as your frozen over eyes refuse to meet mine,

severe enough to burn,

igniting my stretched out hand

branding me as one who takes, who destroys, who kills

just like them

has my heart just now started revolting,

or did he already abandon my chest all those years ago?

when i left you

with chubby cheeks and hopeful eyes

stranded you on a desert island,

throwing you into the frigid waters

as i ran away

without ever teaching you how to swim

they praise my courage,

for making hard decisions

stepping up to lead

like a “man”,

but how can i be a righteous man,

if i took your manhood away from you?

there is a war raging inside of me,

impeding my living

i know that it is sisyphean in nature,

but my mind continues to grapple with my heart

i used to pride myself

on being a protector, a role model, a bringer of peace

but just like formulating a battle plan,

laboring over maps and calculations

i have weighed my choices

and i don’t know if i am any better than them

OH MY GOODNESS…..,

That was….

WOW!!!! So good!!!! Emotional,,, but in that deliciously painful way you know I love!!! I don’t think it was ooc at all, not at least with the way I write Hakoda and how he is probably feeling after losing Sokka.

& you should love this poem too,,, you have a real gift!!! I’m jealous haha.

As for you reuniting predictions I’m simply going to *shrug* ;) :D