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At midnight think of tossing and turning in bed. Think of the sounds of silence as you drift into slumber. If you have this name,
Mario's autism Always holds his brain captive I will find the cure
I'm a lot like Cain, That is, I don’t think about The consequences of my actions. I don't know What they’ll be Until they happen. I
Anger, a muscle memory, triggered by his voice now teasing, now taunting, now icy creeping in my ears and down my spine. Like tomcats we clawed, screeched at each other, like
You were my big brother though we weren't blood, Through everything you always came through, Now that you are gone my tears begin to flood, Wished I could've said goodbye, who would've knew?
With a smile so bright Her red hair was myth Soft spoken and innocent Surgery had not touched her snowy skin Until it was surgery fifteen I thought bones were cool
We would always be together Or so we thought We had our ups and downs We had our smiles and frowns But one day he grew and I knew Ever since our family extended
O Sis, could I love thee like no other. For before my young eyes only squinted, A face inoffensive to our mother. I was, but a statue: black and minted. Did not my ears think or care to listen
I was in a grey battlefield death and steam surrounding me when a little blonde girl in a blue sundress with white flowers held my hand and led me out. She didn't even pay attention to
I have grown more emotion, as I fill my empty void with memories. My childhood has been replaced with the deep though of death. I've said goodbye 1 to many times. Please don't haunt me my dear sister.
I reach down and take your hand in mine And it is cold but still comforting As we look down from this hill Together We can stay here, if you want At least until kindergarten
She grows up She's not the same as she was first born she grew bigger than I had imagined She's more taller and has a beautiful stance whenever she aligns her feet underneath the doorway of my room
Dear Little Sister,You’re not so little now,And you never really were.You’re still 3 minutes younger,So what I say is still true. But,Dear Little Sister,just like how you aren’t so little anymore,Things have changed between us.Such asA rift as str
What motivates me to get out of bed Is really kind of cliché. I do it for his darling face And his smiling brown eyes. Yes, it is for a boy. But while for some girls the boy is a lover
Little Brother Little Brother I’m here for you Don’t be frightened Don’t be timid I will comfort you Little Brother
what is a brother a brother is somebody who cares about you Somebody who talks about you
When I lost brother I crumbled into nothing. The sharp shards of my Heart Ripped me to ribbons. Internal bleeding. The house is silent now. That day, I knew in my gut.
They said it could never happen, so when you told me to give you my hands I gave them to you. I even smiled. Now I am tied up and I'll probably die. They say better to have loved and lost,
Little brother,once you asked me,why often you could not quell the urgeto leap, quiver, shake,crash upon the earth and rise again,body shaking to the beatof an unheard, forgotten hymn.
you little man of golden sand you share my face my eyes my blood the tremble of my hand
I am a spicy fabric! I do not stick to the skin I do not sweat And who are you to say I am a ditz to be amazed at life’s simple pleasures? You always like to rain on my parade
It looks like he has his own world. I like to think he dances with the things he must see. He bounces constantly, he’s like a small bird Stuck on the ground. He draws through the air and tells us stories.
When Momma died the boys were left alone, Daddy, Me and little bro. But Daddy was never around anymore, So when he'd leave I'd close the blinds and lock the door, And sit with my brother, watching him sleep.
Slacking Whining Whacking Pining My big brother Ignoring Too loud Roaring Over Proud My brother But he turned out okay in the end.
Golden amber drips over the supple rising of skin Made crisp by the summer’s sun, droplets catch in the curves of her lashes “Never” floats through the breeze
my little brother is becoming that guy that I dated in high school the one that loved me until the next pretty girl came along the boy that called me beautiful in the same breath he used to
Plush, Red, Pulse Thick, Smooth, Blood Bouncing To the constant beat Pulse Pound Pulse Somewhat sterile swords stab Through your gates Injecting foreign troops