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I am well aware that I am no stranger to mistakes. In truth, no one is, but this is how we learn and to be afraid of mistakes is to be afraid of the possibility for growth.
With the recent loss of my mom and dad, I can’t help to think how each of my sisters and brother are dealing in their own way with the loss.
The path of a forest stream is guided by the gentle branches of surrounding groves meandering angles shaped by stoic roots driven deep into the bitter earth
The path of a forest stream is guided by the gentle branches of surrounding groves meandering angles shaped by stoic roots driven deep into the bitter earth making dirt and mud their mossy home.
Mario's autism Always holds his brain captive I will find the cure
The soft creak of a bed And the give of a mattress— A time and place where the day learned to die And we are left alone Our sanctuary, our haven,
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
Painted walls, guide my rough fingertips Cracked movements trip my aloof mind, Feeling distinct Familiar even, A cool autumn breeze runs up my spine, Prickling my skin into reality.
Those days when we were children Sometimes I reminisce About if we could repeat them And all the naps I’ve missed The pillow fights the cookie mouse And running in the breeze
For Luc, because he wanted a poem about Bananas: This poem about bananas May seem like lots of fun But I’d rather write a poem About an apple, pear, or plum.
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?
Number 1 - become his best friend Remembering the smell of long nights newly blossomed, pink lilies lying on the carpet of a forgotten home
“Just Grow Up,”... Three little words, I’ve never heard from my parents. “Just Grow Up,” three little words, I had to tell myself.
As a best friend then brother, now potential life partner These feelings… These intense, powerful feelings. As infants grow to become teenagers into adults… A typical crush grew to become infatuation into love.
My dog died over four years ago, And her ashes rest above our fireplace: A mantlepiece Behind a photograph of her that was there when she was alive
Now here I begin by telling you I do not have a lot of time and feel the end creep closer and closer carried passed the minutes winding.
One Day By Abdur Raheem When there is nothing but hate, only the people shall rise.
Who is that man? Hot damn! He was the man who let the dogs out I found him in a treehouse Get out of that tree house! Now he walks with million dollar pants Bring forth the second coming!
De facto brother. Isolation and familial razors rip into my scalp and cleave my skull, and you, a stoic surgeon keeps the fractured plates
You aren't the nicest. You aren't the most relable person. But you're my older brother. We've laughed and we've cried, you've watched me fall but you've watched me rise.
I cry each time I see a butterfly because you aren't here to tell me to be strong. You were there, walking beside me, as my hands shook and I felt so hollow inside, screaming "I can't do it!"
I'm sorry I dinint know I'm sorry I'm sorry Forgive me I want to drop like a marionette whose strings have been cut with a pair of blunt scissors covered in paint my slow aching
I'm sorry I did something wrong we're talking in whispers he can't hear us in the next room but the news is even worse than if he was aware we were talking about him I did you wrong
Oh brother, don’t turn away, the sister said The future’s banging on your door Won’t you just let it in? And memories are sold.
I hate you, and I can't stand up to you You represent everything that I hate about this world You are the epitome of evil You are the living proof of why no one wins by playing fair Everyone loves the tough guy
I’m an ambitious man. A tool of destiny, a puppet of fate, transcending all of humanity. Cunning and charismatic, I seek
Your death took place on a TuesdayThat day marked the deathAlsoOf my pen You laid lifeless before the examinerThe last place you would existWholeAs you always had been - whole.
A poem writen by my brother and I: Brother, how you push all my buttons, But I still love you, Sister, though you tease me, I still love you, Brother, how you aggrivate, But I still love you,
You are my life You are my friend I miss you so much Deep down I blame myself for everything It is my fault I lost contact with you I lost you I will always see you as my big bro
Dear Father, I guess you were the onewho was supposed to show me how this works.The ins and outs of love,living, learning, and putting my happiness first.
Dear Siblings, You’ll never know me Not as a sister, More like a mother Amelia, when you learn to drive I’ll be 30 8 years younger than Our parents are now
Dear brother, It was vague like a dim moonlight in sunrise, Your attempts to avoid those dark temptations, Chasing you left and right to what’s unwise, Leading you to a certain damnation.
Listen up, kid, and listen up good. My brother and I may only be 1 year apart, but damn right I'll protect him at all costs, so you better watch out. The first time my brother mentions
Yes I know I know You aren’t so little anymore, I Understand I understand more than you can Ever realize
Dear Andy, Not a day goes by that you don't cross my mind, If time had a remote, I would simply rewind, Nothing hurts worse than losing a brother, You even raised me as if you were my mother.
Dear Life, Why must you bore me? Why must I fill myself with blasts of RGB from a screen just to have purpose? Why can't you satisfy me? Why must I let you make me such a mess?
When I was little, you were the best. I remember how we used to sing karaoke before bed. When I was little, we always played Crash Bandicoot.
How could she not understand The pain she is causing her children She believes that my father will take all of us And he isn't holding us captive its our choice
Yet another birthday around the corner But this time you're 16 I've been writing you letters since you were 13 All of them hanging on the wall makes me feel like a good sister
A nuisance, a loud crying baby, I can’t express how annoyed you made me, But I was young and I didn’t know, That you were a blessing in disguise before you had even grown, A shoulder to cry on,
We don’t get to choose our siblings, but if we could, I’d choose you. Why? Because I love you. I’ll always be by your side, And lend you my shoulder when you cry, because I love you.
I wonder what life would be like if my brother made it alive would I have been alot happier? I wish I could apologize To my little brother who didn't make it
Three Simple Words Created Upon The Lords Have Such Meaning For Such a Robust Feeling Mom Dad Sister Brother If It's Not One Thing It's Another Relationship With The Other
I've never seen a dead body before, Something I hoped to never see But there he laid, alive no more. Realizing how hard this would be, I scooted closer to my mom Tears flowing down my face
Ten years agoWe met in school<br>I was a nerd with glasses<br>And you were overweight<br><br>High school found us much the same<br>I was no cooler, and you were no thinner<br>But you had my back, and I helped yo
Dear brother of mine, Don't look down. All in given time. Some days you'll be fine, Others you'll feel bound, Dear brother of mine. Like His blood turns into wine,
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
They talk to me. The decapitated heads are sprinkled around my feet. Each with their jaw closed tight, waiting for the opportunity to speak.
Little Brother Little Brother I’m here for you Don’t be frightened Don’t be timid I will comfort you Little Brother
elbows Would you like to eat some elbows, in the summertime? The story’s told that pepper and salt makes them taste real fine. They say to munch them on the left
Brother Like no other May be good, may be bad All I know, is that you miss Dad Stay or go You know that I will still grow
Different kinds of tired All day at the beach sleepy My wet hands on your warm skin Salty hair knotting under sugary scented shampoo Bed sheet tides pulling and pushing against our stomachs
We thought it was a typical Sunday, Little did we know it’d be a nightmare, I heard the news and had nothing to say, How could I? Life cannot be this unfair.
I don't belong in my family, that is how I see it. I don't belong in my family, I know that they don't see it. The thing came in, adopted at two. I know he is family, he is my family too.
what is a brother a brother is somebody who cares about you Somebody who talks about you
My brother in arms Battles against the world, himself, And me. His entire family. My brother in arms, An encyclopedia who seems to know the entire world— And everything throughout—
I was adopted the same day my eyes peeled Open to the world My birth mother cried tears of joy onto my head My new parents took me that night And I meet with my birth mother regularly
The early morning found us sitting on your tattered, burgundy, mattress cover. Me, focused and writing. You, scatterbrained and distracted. You reminded me of our lives at seven.
Do you remember when wewent and laid on top of your car, justso we could get drunk onthe stars? Remember how we drove forhours, took four wrong turnsand saw the same small piece of Earth thatwe have called home forEighteen years,then, finally saw
All I need on an island is you If I somehow could bring you to life Because my life hasn’t been quite the same, it’s been blue And to see you again would be nice
You were just my brother Every morning as I'd get out of bed Mom and Dad in the kitchen holding coffee mugs as they shake their heads "We've tried everything we could" "The rehab hasn't done any good"
You’ve always come back around sharp but not jagged You have nothing but undistinguished emotion
I knew someone with an addiction. It was a horrible conviction. He came in black and white color.
Tick Tock The clock above our old TV tormented me, it’s red numbers screaming distress every time they blinked Where is he?
A normal human But not a normal man You fulfill many roles Which many cannot withstand A lover to your wife A protector of our land
For years I've being trying to put this feelings on paper. But words don't come out right it was always for later. Sitting here I'm gathering the words written in the past.
Hey little brother, I watched you grow before my very eyes I tried to protect you and your little heart from the lies I think back to when you were 5 and my tears flow The things that were going on, how could you know?
Don’t you ever walk away when I give you my hand. You know I’ll always have your back whenever I can. If life gets rough and you ever need a place to stay, Pick up the phone and feel free to send a call my way.
I've known you since the beginning of time, We were once so little and fragile. Now that we use to only make a dime,
Now that you're gone, I sit here and wait, You've been away too long, I'm still expecting to hear you come in late. In the middle of the night, you tend to cross my mind,
Brother, oh Brother A role model. Not because he introduced me to things like rap, alcohol, and women.
Leaving my twin Vin Seperate for the first time Will I survive it
We approached the shimmering lake just my brother and I,
At about a certain age, Probably around eight years old, Almost every boy will want their own wallet. Not much thought goes into it, Not until the arrival at the store,
Some people smoke weed to distract their mind how they feel,cause they don't wanna see the truth, but soon they'll notice it hit's hard and real.A lot of the time this is just for fun,
my brother has broad shoulders and a straight back. he is a pillar of stone and a slab of concrete, the way he marches around the house. he has hair the consistency of canvas and his laugh
When my brother cuts his skin He scars my heart When he tries to die He is killing part of me Three parts of me have died And I have countless scars on my heart
I come from a closeness of brotherhood, Someone who hid my toys, and broke my dolls Someone who punked me, but never let me be punked Someone who fought me, yet stood by my side.
Some consider it an encumbrance But I use it as motivation There is no reason to have frustration As I grind I know my life is limitless My brother knows my success is imminent During any given situation
The chips weren't in his favor, Few thought he'd succeed. A society that sweeps people like him under the mat. He may not know exactly why, He just knows he has to work harder. He loves the way he is,
Dear Brother You’ve teased me, Loved me, Tormented me, And taught me. You’ve made me cry, Laugh, Yell and scream, and smile, All in the same day. I hated you,
Dad's got whiskey on his breath, and a hair from another lady. He's counting the days until his death, and tells mom she's crazy. Mom lays still in the other room. She has no will to speak.
We just lost a brother He brought joy in our lives Now tears to our eyes We just lost a brother
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.
why must our stitches start to unravel? why must the gentle touch turn cold? Why must the veins stop their travel? why must the graceful love quickly fold? she says I'll give you everything i own,
We met by chance one wild Halloween night Dancing and drinking in a friend's garage Thought you were cute, but sparks didn't fly Something else was meant for you and I
Anger. So much anger. Anger that lashes out and finds its pleasure in raking its fingers through my heart. How do you calm a raging storm, when the storm isn't willing to listen?
I'm sorry I broke your heartsI'm sorry I disappointed youI'm sorry you were ashamed of meI'm sorry I left you.
You are my inspiration
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.
The days that go by Day in and day out. My words would cry Don’t hurt me, don’t shout. The loudness of everyone roars in my tiny little ears, Where I want to hear silence And my mind to be clear.
Dear Brother Forgive me of my sins for I'm not the same Growning up these years I'm no longer sane But you hold on trying to save me from our past Thank you for not letting me repeat the sins of the past
When they left their toys in the yard, my mind went insane. wouldnt your mom beat you? and your dad...teach you a lesson? your sister yell? your brother get stomped on?
When a girl starts to grow up Her younger brother suddenly becomes older And turns into her protector We followed each other everywhere And left a trail of bread crumbs in our wake
i write for a boy. who i've met only a handful of times. i write for a boy. who i did not know until i was already a person with a hard shell and a
listen hear listen brother i am near
Do you ever feel paper thin? See-through, transparent Like everyone knows what you’re thinking Even before you’re thinking it. Do you ever feel naïve? Inexperienced, unprepared
The news of you conception came as a surprise
There was a time an eternity passed A mother, a father and two children. Bombs raining, oozing from crimson and clouds Over commorancies of families Into tombs, treasury, temples, and towns.
And then I see him.
And then I see him. Bound to his mistakes, Regret written across hs smiling lips. Even in a suit of orange, His eyes still shine with hope. The big man speaks. Argument not heard,
I have always wondered. Why is lightning preceded by thunder? Well that's because sound is much slower than light. So it is only right that first would come light. That's why the click precedes the flash of the camera.
A Brother None The Less Glorious and proud My friend, my crony Having climbed the Apex of life
Unbroken Malleable in heart Standing charade in form You test my vigor, yet I remain stolid
I live in a country that is runned by money. Where our government elected officials look out for their fellow rich man.
It’s been 5 years to the day, But when I wake I still see your face. They say you died a hero, I just wish you were here with me, All those times I needed a brother To help me be who I should.
The Few. This way of life is not for everyone; Most think we're crazy, which might be true. There's no black, white, or brown, just green. Serving my Country with pride, Along side my Corps family.
My little big brother, how I loved you so much, nineteen years, just wasn't enough. From the time we were little and I watched you play, I knew you would grow up, to be special some day.
Do you remember That time I slipped up while speaking and you laughed at me?
To the brother I've never known Dear Brother, How I wish I could've met you and know of who you were I've seen pictures of you plenty
Today you are 12 Tomorrow you will be older and wiser than this number claims You will climb trees You will sing in the night You will be happy. Tomorrow you will be older
My Brother, Lifetime One of all Deserves my thanks There in warm and cold Keeping me standing
What good would Earth be,
Brotherhood is not heavy. Brotherhood is not something you walk away from.
"You're stupid. You're annoying. You're ugly. We don't want you here." These are words my brother hears daily at school. Cruel is the words to describes the children of today.
A pleasant wind doth call your brother's name, But clouds and flames are all he can proclaim, A wizard's trick, a chemist's mix, Are the absurdity of this fix. Hollow are his feverish pleas,
I am on the edge holding to my... breath. My movements are slow... scattered...broken, smashed pain throbs--- My mind is thumping... blood, bled through me. My body is hurt.
You know me better than anyone You love me more than all My jealousy towards the second son
Jr.High. Through the halls, head held high, making fun of kids of many types. Just for fun? Just for kicks? I couldn't really tell you why. The laughs I got, for rude comments I made,
Jacob was a guy about the size of a fly. I don't know what to say but I can at least try I look to the sky and let out a sigh Wondering why he was made just to die Perhaps named Ella, torn from her womb.
I always look up to you, bro,
Some make the inquiry "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?" And I, too, ponder this query, This and other questions meander across my mind. Oh brother, who art thou? Oh brother, why art thou?
August 2001. Dad, Mom and I went to Ikeato prepare for your arrival. Dad and I got meatballs,Swedish meatballs. The Swedish meatballs tasted like sawdust and foreboding. -- September 2001.
The void asked, "What is the music of life?"I answered, "Silence, my brother." And it welcomed me home.
Suddenly, his shoulders got a lot wider, the way they did when he was little and thought he was big. His half smile remains, though the innocence has been shooed away from it
With every breath that escapes my lips Every ounce of blood pushed through my veins Every cell fighting for life in my body And every firing synapse in my brain, I lose a piece of you.
We have what other brother’s lack, We love, protect, and watch each other’s back, I hate to watch you fall, You have a problem and won’t even give me a call,
He walks with his leather jacket slumped over his shoulders and his violet backpack swinging violently from his shoulders. His mouth is a motor,
The last thing I said was, "Oh, Hey, bye." I had a feeling in my stomach, that you weren't coming back. I wish I was wrong, but no I had to be right. I wish you were here.
The sweet smells of the new air I breathe is simply unique.
The boy with colored eyes The boy with pale skin The boy with a cute smile The boy who makes me grin The boy who's really tall The boy who loves to run The boy who never stops going
Speaking of the Ultimate Taboos The stories behind the tattoos A man with no other desires To kill the man they call "shire" The hate that fuels the fire Robert Von Matterhorn swore revenge
In a crowd you are bound to spot him He is standing so very tall Not too much impresses him He has seen and done it all. His hair is short, eyes are sharp, and not a smile is seen
I remember that first day, even though it was many years ago. I was only three years old, but those three years had been amazing. However, they would never compare to the next fourteen.
The smiles he gives Are the greatest things to see In his heart I know theres a place for me. Tallness takes over With big feet at the bottom He's a white tan Like cool fall leaves in Autumn.
The whispers were always there Freak Ever since they realized he was different. Weirdo For years, I just let it happen Let them talk Let them call him all those things. Moron Creep
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.
How do I bear the pain of the world?
I think that you should know I am in that sort of mindset That if you say something that offends me I'm going to be real open with you And not let it eat me inside but shove it down your throat and
Brother and Sister; So close in heart And dear in soul. Only a moment Took one from the other With no villain to hunt.
Love is a dream that every girl is looking for. Love is a way to make it through a long, rough day. Love is the smell of a rose that meets you at your front door with a kiss.
Slacking Whining Whacking Pining My big brother Ignoring Too loud Roaring Over Proud My brother But he turned out okay in the end.
My brother was forced from home I tried to ask, "why?" The seeds of our love were sown I received no reply
16 Years side by side separated by a wall. You're my brother, my parents greatest illusion. Since you were born we saw your first steps, we heard your first cry. You had such joy and we saw you with such admire.
That crazy curly hair and that skin so fair makes mom say cutey and sisters describe beauty. But I'm against that I think he's fat. He's cool so he thinks
Not once in my life have I heard someone say “Could you spare some change?”; no, they expect we will pay. They sit with their signs, black words in black scrawl, and hope as we each walk on by, one and all.
I thought my heart was breaking, I thought the day was done I thought that time was taking too long for me Now I see Love is infinite And you just need me to be here Dry your tears, I'm here
Polar Opposites By Amanda G Blood connects me to you, and you to me. You are my dear brother, my lifelong friend. Two halves from a whole, the same age are we,
My brother’s name is Trevor, Sometimes he can be pretty clever. People say we kind of look alike, But we’re not related…Psyche!
My brother’s name is Tony, And he often makes macaroni. He really likes to eat; He loves his favorite treats. He often plays the alto sax,
Hero My hero is beyond compare,because he is rare My hero is one of a kind,in my mind My hero is bright,I follow his light Me and my hero make quite the pair,nothing could make us tear
They are the symbol of love, It's almost as if nothing can be above. As curious as he can be, The love is all you can see. Even though we have our ups and downs, He always gives me a reason not to frown.
My family is a bulletin board hanging on the street corner, full of advertisements and posters.
Jacob We played lots, Laugh many times, Now i just wish i could hold you And listen to that sweet innicent giggle. I will always be yoou sistymom, You'll alwasy be my brother. 08-07-07 ~11-1-10
Family is always supposed to be there for you . Whether your mood is happy, sad, or mad. Family should never forsake you. Should never leave you feeling lonely. When time gets rough, we have to stick together. No one should be left behind.
To have a big brother like you means the world to me. I don’t know what I would do If you ever left me or decided to see through.
A Baby A Boy Way Before My Time Maybe I Can't See You But You're Still a Friend of Mine Playing on the Swings Swinging From Monkey Bars Camping in the Yard Counting All the Stars
brown hands that hold burned finger tips and tear drops that fall silently insidewith these words, can i give you love?with these words, can i be that handkerchief to keep them dry?
bullets streamingclashing minds,killing his and bruising mine,tearing us apart andbreaking timeheart stopped,glitching minda vessel of thoughts ran dry,no love, no trust
I remember how I used to want to be like Left Eye, Queen Latifah, or MC Lyte Record labels are hard to get so, I thought it was worth a fight However Nipsey Hussle was my biggest inspiration
I remember elementary school When they told me the rules "A poem has to rhyme And it's all about the syllables." I remember in seventh grade When my thoughts would fade.
I remember the laughing times I remember the heroic things I know the love you use to gave And I know the love you received
At night At night I lay and think of how life was before when we were children, innocent At night I wonder can this be the end is this all that's left for us
I remember when we were just kids, Tiny little things with heads full of dreams. Late nights you’d climb through the plastic shelf that Separated our beds, and it felt like something magic.
You're my big brother, I love you with all of my heart.;
Of all the burdens I must bear, My brother's number one. Our parents really messed up there. They've raised an awful son. He's lazy, stubborn, rough and mean And thinks he's boss of me.
Steel hearts, locked eyes, Tears form, deep sighs, Tears fall, eyes close, No more words, he already knows, Sergeant calls out commands, He backs away, we drop hands, Plane flies, let it go,
Brother. We were carried by the same vessel. Chariot of life, out of the dark and into the glow. You are my earliest memories. We were cradled by tall grasses and coral beds, war chants in a sunset clearing. We are marked with mud. I see you.
a blank slate a platform to redefine “you” from ashes, the phoenix is born anew but people are always around to remind you of who you are and what you do because as the leaves of summer, they do change hue
The fire in those eyes brings me to sudden silence, The darkness beckons deeply; threatens to turn violent. Life inside that mind must be eternal pain, every word spoken as if it is in vain.
Nothing ever stops moving-- Not when you want it to, or need. No light dims out on Broadway; No moment of silence for them. If they go, will they be Remembered as they are Or as they used to be?
Why was your face Glass'd and silenced, Shutting us into to fear of remembering Your vibrant laugh tickling the souls of us How often did we have to visit the hospital just to take you home a few hours later
If only looks could kill Then your presence would be inevitable The time it takes for you to wake and bake Can only lead to the end of your fate
On the silver chandelier, there's a swinging spider monkey Wearing a captain's hat, and waving a broomstick. Jeffrey tells his mother, in the politest of tones, "Mr. Jumps is at it again!"
Plush, Red, Pulse Thick, Smooth, Blood Bouncing To the constant beat Pulse Pound Pulse Somewhat sterile swords stab Through your gates Injecting foreign troops
Jerome "Jerry" Armstrong A Fighter Not only in war But in life Fun, Loving, Caring too. You are a role model
I haven't seen you in awhile. The one with the blonde hair and blue eyes. The one who has fire burning inside, But still the light of my life. You challenge me to think, Back.
Tears fall like rain on a deathly still face, There’s no hope for her now, she’s in a much better place: A place with no sorrow, a place with no pain Still they clench her hand tighter, scream “Wake up!” in vain,
Here I am, three years later and so much has changed; except for the hole in my heart. What was once a searing and excruciating pain, is now a constant dull ache. Never going away, never giving relief,
I don’t know how much Corpses can hear, But if you’re hearing, Some things must be made clear After this first year.
She sipping on some lean. Popping all of them pills. Smoking a bunch of weed. While i just try to sit back and breath. She said its just to much stress to leave. And drugs separate her from realness.
As we grew I watched you with ease, A friendliness only siblings could share But as you aged I watched that joy cease: And in our friendship you seemed not to care. In my maturity I saw your pain and flaws,
Paralysis creeps like a spider through my muscles and down my spine. One little mutation is my Dystrophin gene has THROWN me into this chair and said, Don’t. Move
(So many years in this, Everyday I’ve lived to kill But when one of my brothers fall Another war has begun.
My Brother and I will fight. By: J.A. Palluconi I see through his eyes and into his soul. I then look at mine. I hear his cry for what’s right and for what’s been lost. I then hear mine.
I looked at you with a frown had no one to count on except you I was always being let down but you always stuck through
Heart in chains Ain’t got no brains Since we was a fetus We’ve wondered who would lead us