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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,
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
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
