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I love you
But it feels like blood isn’t thicker than water.
We’re not the same,
& I thought we would have an eternal flame
I mourn for what once was
I love you
But it feels like blood isn’t thicker than water.
We’re not the same,
& I thought we would have an eternal flame
I mourn for what once was
Because, she is everything.
She is all the things I am not
And all the things I wish I could be
Everywhere she is full
Is a place I feel so empty.
It's a hard feeling to describe
We used to fight like tigers on the meat, I always seemed to take the heat, if you got busted doing something wrong, I jumped right in and sang my song, yes I did it, you’ve got your man, he dished it out and called my hand.
“I want to go to New York”
She says.
I look back at her.
My little sister
With excitement in her eyes.
Now she stands
Abandoning our home, parting with friends and family, casting aside the old dependable ways, the safe comfort of a parent’s home, we venture forth into unfamiliar surroundings, daunting tasks laid out before us, exhilarating, scenic, magnificent s
My groovy sister
You are the most ravishing sister
I will find you a ravishing mister
Thankyou for for holding my back
Nevertheless you are such a crack
You are fortunate that you got me
The day is comingWhen you left me aloneI can no longer see your smileNo longer call you on the phoneI miss the way you used to laughThe long talks we had late at nightI even miss our bickering
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.
These hands.
These hands hold so much.
These hands can hold the world, a heart, the power.
So much counts on these hands, your hands, and yours.
At first sight, I gave you my heart.
I knew that from the start.
Big gray eyes and cute little curls.
Now, you are my world.
Sister, sister I cherish you.
Sister, sister I love you.
(otherwise titled psalm to
Amelie Beth by Matthew Scott,
his genuine, gluten free and non GMO
poetic non fake appreciative guise.)
Ah, thee availed me reason to craft
a poem with rhyme or reason,
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.
Playful smiles
Colorful walls wrapped up like gifts
Evenings of laughter
Car rides that turned to roller coasters
Sister, oh sister
She is gone, but oh how I miss her
I never got hold her
Never got to kiss her
I was supposed to teach her
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
She’s like my first child you know
I carry her weight on my shoulders
But she’s not a kid anymore
Man she’s getting older
They're sisters
for each other, but still bicker
Family that once was
Then the summer of 2012 comes around
An eleven-year-old girl
I prowl the internet late at night and
everyone tells me it’s terrible for sleep
but I do it anyway.
I learn a lot from the late-night internet and
My dear sister,
How much I've grown for you.
When the harsh reality of the world tried to beat us down
I shielded you,
Days of youth containing cheerful screaming,
Hours of running and spreading laughter
Are jointly held through the room of dreaming
The place that we take care and look after
My secret sister, softly whisper now
to sweep away old memory and cry
a bouncing chubby babe on momma's lap
stay far away from florid dreams of lies
Your hunger for wanting what was between my legs at the age of five. All the blood coming out making me empty inside. My childhood being torn away like a leaf floating in the air.
She was the initial experience
A fright, or perhaps a hope
And although wrapped in her benevolence
Struggled in heading up the slope
A cliche appears more as a provocation
Those hazel eyes reflected her smile,
The tiny feet ran to me,
A jump into my arms was all it took,
And my little girl in blue was she.
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
you've left this world, twelve years have gone by now.i've forgotten the sound of words as they left your mouth.i've forgotten how your arms squeezed tightly about me,and i've forgotten what it was like when you were here.
A sister who loved.
A sister who cried.
The girl who touched everyone’s lives.
To me she gave the gift of ambition,
the gift of a dream,
with all of her strength.
Tassels of ebon hair
That spilled over your shoulders Like rich coffee
With a hint of creme.
You smiled at me
With those freckles that stood out against your pale skin
And those rosy red lips
She is a cycle she doesn't understand.
A whirlwind that sweeps you away without asking, a vacuum you never want to be free from.
She engulfs you in her light when she's laughing, yet she's blind to her own brilliance.
Mentor was what refered to you
First thing on my mind was always you
Yet what exactly have you done?
You've always risen higher than I had ever hoped
You were a beacon of light with no such awareness
Our grandparents had given me ten dollars
as my late fourteenth birthday present;
my little sister and I made the mile-long treck down to the corner store.
"...even though we're not even supposed to be
My name is a tombstone rubbing,I am dead and rotten,Flesh and coffin long forgotten,To roam the world underneath,In rubble, stone, and compost heaps,Lay not lilies at my feet,For I am no longer there
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
We sat on a Telletubby blanket the first time
I held you
and you weren't bigger than a box of cereal.
You grew up in front of your two big sisters
faster than they were prepared for,
What happened to my sister?
Smart, beautiful, loving, and caring. Long brown hair, pretty blue eyes, 5’5. Pink and black jacket, jeans and black D.C.’s.
Kaitlyn.
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.
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,
Dear Faith,
Today I realized that I’ve never visited your grave.
I wonder what that would feel like
To stand on the spot of grass above your body.
Dear Sister,
When you were born
I remember receiving
A bright red camera
I remember
Clutching it close
Dearest Amanda,
In our darkest hour my mind replays,
a memory:
My eyes are pulled to where the road seems to bend,
where the trees are not green,
where the long river ends.
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 Celeste,
You've made an impact on my life
You made me let go of all my strife
You helped me turn my life around
You caught me before I hit the ground
You helped me heal
You taught me how to feel
Little Sister,
Please, baby sister
Stop tearing at your body.
Your heart
Your soul
Is crying,
Baby sister
You will never find purpose in the clouds of smoke
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?
To my dear sister Ciara,
So This My Tribute To You
Blonde was her hair,
And pale was her color,
She stood about 5’4,
Dear Baby Girl,
When I left for college two years prior,
You were fourteen and still a baby.
And look at you now;
A young woman in the making –
A flower blooming in the spring,
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
I know What makes you happyHow to annoy you (Not too much)How to argue with youAnd make up 5 minutes later I’ve known youAs long as I’ve know myself YourFlaws are your quirksImperfections are your talents I haveTrust and faith in youInfante lo
I know What makes you happyHow to push your buttons (Not too much)How to argue with youAnd make up 5 minutes later I’ve known youAs long as I’ve know myself YourFlaws are your quirksImperfections are your talents I haveTrust and faith in you
Have you ever asked me if I was okay?
Have you ever asked me how was my day?
Money is all you cared about
And you got it no matter where you stayed
You didn't care about my emotions
Houston, Texas is the sex trafficking capital of the United States.
The average age of female victims that are first captured is 12-14 years old
I was born in two halves: Red and Gold
Our colors mixed in the wind of our laughter
our tears
our screams
our shared stories
Colors flew when we hurled words at each other
like vocally loaded bullets
My twin sister, my dearest Mariah
Two minutes seemed to set the scene for our lives
You, by two, are my elder
And you are my muse
My other half, my dearest Mariah
Dear baby sister,
Always remember to love
Love with every fiber of your being
And with no regrets
Let your walls down
And accept the happiness
That you deserve
And always know
My parents are LOVE. They argue, they fuss and downright disagree with each other, often. LOVE is not seeing eye to eye. They like different movies but every once in awhile they find one together.
Because I love you,
I waited months until I could first hold you,
To see your swaddled body in the hospital room.
Because I love you,
I stroked your curly dark hair as gently as I could because
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
Vivian
Emily
Sarah
The baby names fly through the house
Breaths of hope
And anxiety
The books of names start appearing
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
A bond that will last always
My lovely sister I would die for you,
Because our bond will never break.
Once upon a time
There was a little girl
Her eyes shined brighter than the Sun in the morning
She was the Moon and I was the stars
Adoring her light
Little flower.
Planted in the concrete, you tried to grow.
It's not your fault.
There are one hundred million people trying just like you.
Crying, weeping, praying..
Please know you are more then they made you.
every year for as long as i can remember
my mom has tried to grow a rose bush.
key word tried.
I couldn’t tell you what I thought at the beginning of this year
Every word people said were just words that…
Bounced off my ear
I graduated high school with a 4.0
Easy for me, everyone expected me to
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
It was in her younger years,
When she saw her parents fears.
Her sister would be gone,
Then the police would appear.
Cassandra Cassandra
My Guardian Angel
Precious Smile Shining like The Bright Sun
Long Beautiful Flapping Wings that Spread with Joy
Cassandra Cassandra
My Precious Big Sister
Hushed are the mornings,
not one chore yet to do.
The wind wafts over from my open window, cool and light.
The solid hardwood on my bare feet,
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
My little sister loved eggs.
Every time we went over to Aunt Mary’s house,
With her coops of cocks and chickens,
She had to see some freshly laid
Eggs.
To be one of manyTo be one of many means that I walk around with a flaming red target on my back.And like the Bull you are you try to attack.To be one of many means that I can't walk into a store without your watchful eyes on my hands.To be one of
I walk and walk my legs feeling like a crumbling sand castle
I start to feel dizzy seeing the animated birds and stars spinning around my head like a halo
To Aliza Le
I remember, sister--
The boys who used to pick at my sexuality like daisies
"Damn, what a fam,"
I say to myself
As I admire our picture on the shelf
Ask anyone of us
We'll tell you that we're the best
I look in my mirror everyday,
I always ask "are you ok?"
My mirror does not like to talk, only to listen
My mirror will never leave me on my mission
but what if my mirror is gone?
what if I am left all alone?
Sister you are me
You are all of me
You are a part of me
Without you I am not me
Without you these things wouldn't be:
Coffee dates on rainy days
Embarrasing videos we post for all to see
My Sister's special... and she's unique too...
She's not just like me, or like you.
God made her different, in a beautiful way,
and He reminds me of that every day...
Hidden Beauty
|~Taylor Freeman~|
Losing someone is extremely difficult.
But when they are close to someone so young that’s the worst.
Our father was killed in war;
I have never been stranded on a deserted island, butI've seen others go. Many a friend has walked alongThat infamous way so broken and winding, off to distant shores.They walk, then run, then swim, to a land
The dark eyes,
the quipped comments and scoffs
the slender fingers and round face.
What can’t you live without?
Her face flashes immediately in your mind.
Her smile, her laugh.
"Remember my darling - you always have each other."
I couldn't tell if it was true or not,
my soft brown-green eyes were always searching for someone else
that didn't look like me.
Disenfranchised young criminal minds
In a field where our thought resides
Speaking like we're bigger than our bodies
Let me tell you about this girl
She puts my beliefs in a twirl
The bestfriend we all wished we had
to tell secrets all good and bad
She is the reason I still live
Anything for her, I will give
My little sister how mean she can be
I can never imagine her leaving me
My little flower,
I have watered you from a seed,
and soon you will bloom.
Such a beauty, my sister.
I could not be without my little flower,
though, when you were a seedling,
I almost was.
From dressup with mom’s clothes,
Dancing around like popstars,
To now doing one another's makeup for prom
We are FOREVER SISTERS,
I’ve been alone before.It’s harder than it seeems.
There is one way tofight the loneliness.
All I Needis my sister.
She is my best-friend,always there.Understands me.Makes me laugh.
My sister is a diamond,
illuminating into surrounded darkness.
Tears are falling like the rain from the sky,
she does handle a lot.
Facing pain?
She is made of steel.
She does not utter “NO”,
Every time I walk into the vacant room and hear the echoed steps I take I'm reminded that she's gone. I loved her and she loved me, I thought that was enough to keep her here. I was wrong.
I never thought that I would have a friend like you
You make me feel complete
I’m surprised we get along
Because we are so different
We pick each other up
Sometimes I feel down,
Sometimes I feel happy,
Either way you are always there.
We're alike in many ways,
But in a way we are very different.
I know I make fun of you,
I joke around with you,
Oh, sister, we are bound by blood eternally
An ocean separates us but I can still feel you here with me
Why, at night, do I have nightmares, and not dreams?
Because, dear sister, you are all I need
You, my dear sister
are the one I
can't live without
You, my dear sister
are the one that
makes me want to tear my hair out
yet also gives me joy.
I remember, my dear sister
I would know her in darkness
In a storm
In a hurricane
I would know her blind
By her voice
Her laugh
Her encompassing aura
I would know my twin by the sound of her hand
She traded scars for callouses,and silver stained fingertips,rubber shaving bits sticking to her shirt,she drew and wrote the pain away,for all that it was worth,
I Am...
I am the one they never thought could win
I was battling the world my own war
Felt I was standing on ice, oh so thin
Begging for the world to hear my loud roar
I Am...
I am the one they never thought could win
I was battling the world my own war
Felt I was standing on ice, oh so thin
Begging for the world to hear my loud roar
My sweet sister
She took care of me in my early years
Loving me, teaching me, caring for me
One day everything changed
'Sister, don't be scared'
Alone in a foreign land
Inexperienced she was
I am me
I am....
A sister, depended on and strong, caring for a brother who can't do as much as she.
I am....
A student, fighting for my future; a wrong turn here and there, but trying to make it somewhere.
I,
have issues.
But probably not the kind you think.
Mine were created by my father and big sister.
I am five and I sit across my mother’s lap
Praying for a human toy to assuage
The eternal boredom that is my loneliness.
I am six and I hold a baby girl in my arms
as I pray to God to never let her grow
Since we were younger you've always loved
and never had a reduced fascination
with what seems to the world just a common animal,
Side-by-side
dressed alike
double takes
"Are you two twins?"
My little shadow
almost as old as I am
you look up to me
but you have no idea how much
I look up to you.
Why must , in every picture, she look so beautiful?
He'll beat you with secrets
He'll be drunk off lies
You'd be a fool to fall into his trap
I know I cannot control you
Your life is yours to live
Experiment with your set of boys in
In a meadow of daisies you're a weed;
Your leaves delicate, they appear to swing.
I watched you grow beginning from a seed,
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.
I have a little sister. She's 4'10 and has dirty blonde hair that goes past her ears
She has blue eyes that look stormy grey a lot of times.
An unreliable narrator
She was always at a loss for words
Expression never came easy, nor was
Compassion, understanding, empathy
Love
Was not a word in her dictionary
An insatiable appetite.
The gluttony stains your lips.
Each day, each second, unwavering, yearning for more.
Your cries are often heard, always heard, but does mine reach you?
They see a pretty face
Divine beauty insurmountable to replace
I see her angel kiss freckles
Untainted worth no amount of empty shekels.
The strongest flower my naked eyes have seen
Sorry, my sister
I meant no harm
I didn’t know you’d be alarmed
Sorry, my sister
I don’t want you to hate me
I just wanted you to let me be
Sorry, my sister
There's something in the smell
of Marlboro's by the lake
A habit you could kick it
A smart girl's first mistake;
Mother, sister, daughter, friend
To me you were more...than names could pretend
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
I remember the days of April, and the sadness that never came with them.
I don’t remember, however-and somewhat ironically for that matter-,
the way that you smiled at me, even as I pushed you across the floor
-Redefine beauty. Extract all the melanin from my skin, or add just a bit more to yours and let's see what difference it makes in our personalities. No change.
Before the fourth of July. I never knew pain so severe. Expecting a few firework shows with enjoyable sound. The bright vivid colors seem to amaze us all and make the little kids go wild. Instead i ended up with the opposite.
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
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
She told me last night
A whisper on the porch
Her face was a smile,
Masking her tears.
I wanted to scream
I wanted to hold her tight
And tell her it would be ok.
I wanted to throw something
I imagined it wouldn’t hurt me,
as much as it hurts me now.
The mother that had forgotten me,
I couldn’t seem to forget.
My thoughts swirled like a tornado in my mind.
How could she abandon me?
So it's the eve
of my departure
back to school
and my 8 year old sister Emily
is playing
in the rock pile
in the front yard
She's the cutest
little girl in the world
A Smith none the less
Driven to success
Hired into life
Stung with blisters
Beaten at every corner
A child awakens from a womb
No complications, no indications, only expectation these nine months
To be born into this world, obsessed with normal, material, tangible; perfecting perfection
Take care of your little sister
Don’t ever let no boy kiss her
Maybe when she’s sixteen
She’ll know how to be mean
To all those boys who don’t respect her
Until then, you gotta be her protector
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.
Silver and Bordeaux,
Sisterhood that never goes.
Started with ten girls.
Then became much more then that.
To me you are my sister,
But secretly my friend.
You help me when I need it;
On you I can depend.
We used to fight and yell a lot,
Oh, yes, we’ve disagreed.
But I was young and immature,
For my sister Annemarie
Its not that we couldn't be
its not that we never have been
its not that we cant see
I have the windows in my car rolled down,
And I don’t care who hears me sing outside.
I glance at Ali sitting to my right
And feel my heart begin to swell with pride.
Her mouth is moving in time with the song!
Sweet southern sun spilled through the cabin door
And made the woodwork golden as it spread.
I set my feet down gently on the floor
And teetered off the edge of our shared bed.
She shows her phone to me and laughs aloud
At all the foolish things her friends have said,
And I ask when she’ll start to use her head
Please, stop repeating lines that you’ve been fed.
Though you may not think of me as your family, I will always think of you as mine. Though you may never think of me as your loving little sister, I will always think of you as my older sister.
A carefree soul
With a busy mind;
A gentle heart
Trapped in a little girl.
Smiles fill her face
And laughter fills her air,
As she wanders aimlessly
Through her days.
Four golden hearts
I must've been scarred by an angel
For never were hands so gentle
When she scarred me
I felt no pain
I know she was there when I woke
She'll be there when I don't
In a white colored coffin the baby lay,
Her mother had wept the night away.
Not feeling her dying breath,
With her clasped to her mothers chest.
She prayed to keep,
Baby sister!
Who I love you,
and inevitably abore.
You give me the strength,
to go out and explore,
To face challenges that are harder for the adverage man,
So here we go,
Heres the plan,
Dear sister,
Today,
You are five years old.
Your world is full of...
Butterflies
(Your favorite),
Rainbows
(You love colors),
Far too many sweets,
3,014 days since you breathed your last breath.
3,014 days since you last felt pain.
3,014 days I have been given to wonder if making it to the next day would be worth it.
The most beautiful caterpillar to trudge the Earth.
The most elegant soul to survive out of obscurity.
The heart of Tin Woodman
The mind of Aristotle.
Her... who sees no evil.
Sometimes we threw punches,
Both verbal and with our fist,
Though the bruises left over,
Whether on our ego or on our face,
I've never known fear like the day I found my sister's cuts.
When she was younger, she was abused by her peers.
It seems like a girl can't be tall
or a little overweight,
without being targeted.
You're my sister, though not by birth
I've chosen to love you
We've grown together and learned together
Our bond is something true
When in peril, we're reliable
Just call and I'll be there
To where do we go from here, my brothers
What once was, shall no longer be for us
That well traced road is as the others
Now broken and void of that former trust
We were once bound by invisible ties
Brother and Sister;
So close in heart
And dear in soul.
Only a moment
Took one from the other
With no villain to hunt.
This is my story... From the beginning, I was being lead onYou had a thing for me; you were out to get meI mean as a child I wouldn't think to have to react to a feeling this strongI laugh today thinking that I never remember a day where you smile
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.
She caught me when I fell.
She saved me from my own hell.
She carried me when I couldn't walk;
She gave me light when I saw only dark.
Behind her back I would see wings;
We used to play and have good times.
I remember Disney.
Smiles, jokes, giggles
We lay on the autumn leaves.
Feeling the seasons snap like fingers
The humid days at the park
Pushing swings
She grows in a special pot.Made of wires and fear.Commonly broken and torn through.But always put back in her place.She's cared for and dusted,Her eyes behind the glass box,Sees a world she can never touch,And a world that will never touch her.Sh
Those harsh words you have spoken
Cannot be taken back with regret later
despite your regret, our relationship is broken
I guess the best gotten from you was your anger
Bickering and fighting
Caring and sharing
Kicking and screaming
Hugging and loving
Yelling and crying
Being and believing
Living.
From the beginning
And forever
Sisterhood
Salmon colored fuzz
over the piddling sandy hills,
take care of my sister,
who is now a part of you.
Grant her the jubilance
which you brought us
this weekend.
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
Her body strong and stable
as her will and mind .
Her womanly curvs oh, so fine
this divine sister of mine .
Her beauty lies not just within the curvs of her hips
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,
Marla is my sister’s name,
When I was little, we looked the same.
We act alike sometimes too,
I wish those times would be few.
As I lay in my room,
I am assaulted by memories,
neither good nor bad--
but able to cut through me and make me shake.
Next door, I hear her,
quietly moving about and laughing,
The weight of the world is rest on my shoulders
Depression, anxiety, constant fear
It sits there and laughs at me
It whispers negativity in my ear.
"You cant help her." "You're not good enough."
When I think of you, I think of purple and blue
purple, secret excitement, always holding in laughter,
just don't forget to let it out, more often than not
blue, a soft rain, sweet and melodious
Sister is a willow. Bending, bowing to the thoughts and refuge of the forest.
An original? May-be. But the sapling is still meek, and is swallowed by the foliage,
I write because that is how I become less arrogant. The purpose is to alleviate soreness towards a friend who constantly bothers me with negligence.
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Wish Heaven had a phone so I could hear your voice again.
I thought of you today,
but that is absolutely nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
and day before that too.
The hospital is hardly a place for a child,
But I'm beguiled.
She's on her way.
Or will she be a he? Either way,
Soon we'll have a new smile for quite awhile.
The nursery gives a glimpse of what to come,
Walking down the aisle of a store.
She is pushing the cart.
And receives crude looks.
Stares that make people think they’re better.
They aren’t.
Your pale complexion; white and gray,
I pray that you’ll live through another May.
The hair on your head is growing thin,
And I can’t find any more fat on your chin.
It pains me to know that this is your choice;
Like a wave crashed down
The tide pulled my soul
My sister so dear
Never made it to old
The emptiness grows
The pain won’t subside
The unseen affects
When you commit suicide
Imagine this.
Someone so kind you'd think an angel had fallen from the sky.
Someone so passionate and caring you feel selfish beside her.
Someone so beautiful, models envy her.
I lost someone
To a life of the unloved
Someone who brought untold limits
I lost someone to the heavens above
I know you are scared,
Hurt and unhappy.
But you don’t have to be—
Not another week, not another day.
I will still call you my sister, no matter
How hard you try to push me away.
Don't hate your older sister because of the footprints she leaves.
The ones that stretch as far as you can see.
In both directions.
Don't hate her because of how miniscule, microscopic, and tiny your own foot seems.
You’ve got that look in your eyes
And I can see you’re off somewhere
Building castles in the air
Hoping one day you can live up there
Hoping one day that you’ll be up there
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!"
We fight and we fuss,
But in me you must trust!
Because you are the one I LOVE?
These are all lies a man will use to get what he wants.
Very sickening thoughts!
DON'T fall for the things he has bought!
I am the older of us three,
As I know they look up to me,
They try to be me in every way,
Things they hear they think they must say,
So to change my life I change theirs too,
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,
I don’t know how much
Corpses can hear,
But if you’re hearing,
Some things must be made clear
After this first year.
Emptiness is all I feel, without you here.
I walk past your room, searching for you.
How can you be gone so soon?
A life taken before its time.
You're my sister though, why don't they understand.
Beyond my window, beyond the stars in the sky, beyond the many planets, within the heavens, there you are. Pictures are worth a thousand words yet none of them are your words that once filled my ears.
Love? What does that mean? It means that you... wait... I haven't learned what that is just yet. I sit as a young woman waiting impatiently for whom to show me the way to his heart of justice.
Her face is almost imprinted in my mind like a melody. The image is just on repeat. I've never seen anything like that. Maybe it's who she is on the inside that radiates out. But her face shines with such a light I can't explain.
She slid the blade deep into her arm
Breathing heavy, trying so hard to hold in her emotions
yet release all her feelings.
She thought of the sister that didn't love her,
The mother to busy to care,
Sister, remember when we were little,
And constantly together?
We were always hand in hand,
Looking out for one another.
And remember when, Sister,
We would play our favorite game?
That although we are far apart
I will hold you close to my heart
When you're either up or down
I'll always have a remedy for your frown
That in the event you shed a tear
if darkness is night and morning is light
ill take all the dark
and bring You to My light
if spirits fly and bodies weep
ill give Your body
strength to sleep
if wills do bend and bleed and break
