shes a runaway girl finally returned home
little does she know
it's him who she should be running from

#home   #runaway   #sister  
6 days ago

Well, little sis-I need to let you know
Life isn't a simple open doorway
There's its up and downs,
Painful stings,
Emotional roller coaster,
And Harsh lessons
But this entire time-
I've been attempting to follow my heart
Clutching to my dreams
Doing what I thought was right
Not being dictated by someone else's words
Even when the bleakness pulled in.

So, little sis, don't give up
Your dream-filled goals
Don't just sit there and wait!
Because it will not get any easier
Don't you look back now
Don't follow me-
Please ride on your own path
I'm still here,
No one is going to push you down.
Life isn't an open books
So open it with your own strength.

I wrote this to my little sister in 2007, and rewrote it 7/17/13 and today.
#poetry   #life   #living   #hope   #happy   #dreams   #sister   #big   #siblings   #little  

Fact: My sister is a wonderful human being.

After hearing about the tragedies happening around us, she decides to make paper stars. Lots and lots of stars.

She asks for empty bottles from the neighbours and her friends. She fills the bottles with these stars, folding away all her problems into glass bottles and jars of all shapes and sizes. After she fills the bottles and jars she hands them to her friends and family.

She gives one to me.

The paper stars in a rainbow pattern, they seem so full of wonder. Even if they are nothing more than paper encased in glass.

I take the glass jar and place it on the top shelf of my school locker. Reminding me that I can keep a piece of home and happiness close to me.

But it didn't last.

After I made some mistakes I didn't feel as though I wanted any happiness near me. I wanted to take every bit of hope and hide it away.

I took the jar of paper stars out of my locker 2 days ago.

Holding it close to my chest as I walked down the halls of my school.

My head hanging.
Eyes glued to the floor.

Walking away from everything.

But still sort of hopeful...
Wishing for a bit more optimism.

A shining star.

My sister will always be one of my biggest inspirations.

Happy Birthday sis. Oh, how fast time has flown,
I remembered the day I first saw you, a precious baby girl in my arms,
How can this be from you being a tiny baby to a woman who has fully grown,
For you melted everyone’s hearts with those cute baby charms.

Slowly you were blooming in your childhood years,
To the gorgeous flower that you are, and I loved the way you have blossomed,
To be there in your life, from the start and seeing you transform day by day gave me tears.
As your big brother, to have experienced having a sister like you, my life has been amazing, you are funny as well as you are smart you are awesome.

Happy Twenty First Birthday. Congratulations on this special year you have a big future ahead of you. So many things to see and do; new challenges and new faces are out there waiting you to overcome and to meet. I welcome you to adulthood, for you have surely grown from a child to a beautiful woman. I wish this day for you to be filled with happiness and love. You deserve it. HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Jacob Cuadro

#in   #sister   #my   #to   #is   #who   #officially   #audulthood  

A little girl in handmade dress.
           Black shoes with  
White knee-high stockings.
                       Shy eyes framed
By and hiding behind
            Long  curly
            Blonde locks,
Waiting with me at
                   The bus stop
Each school morning.

             Protected from the harsh
Outside world.
               But nothing can completely
Shut out its
                             Cruel essence.

The outside
                       Can creep in or the
Inside holds dormant
                      Outside influence
Like the eggs of the proverbial tree
                      Lizard laid among the
Other eggs in a
Bird's nest  
             Remaining dormant to eventually
Hatch to feed on the newly born fowl.

Faith soothes the pain
                      Daily standing
On the sidelines
                     Of the pantomime
Of the mundane

As lush dense
Ivy reaches
                         For the sky but must
First slowly crawl
                              Over a cold
Gray wall of stone  
For dreams and ideals
                          Once clearly seen
On the horizon of the
                      Unobscured  plains
Of childhood.
                    A bit harder at the myopic
Foothills of youth.  
                       Now harder than ever

At the jagged  
                  Snowcapped mountains of

The curly locked
                             Little girl still lives
After all these years.  
                             Lives on to
                         Balance the weight
Of disappointments
                    Compressed by daily
Reminders of that

Once dormant inside
                       Influence unleashed
In the innermost
                      Sanctity of trust. Lives

In the security
                        Of ideals gradually
Becoming reality.

                       That place in the heart
That no one can touch  
                             That no one can

Thank God that home is where the heart is!

                  --Daniel Irwin Tucker


I look into the night sky.
The clock is ticking.
The moon is sleeping.
I am waiting.

A little girl with a pure kind heart,
messed around a little too much.
The clock is ticking and I wait
for the moment the little girl change.

The little girl will become strong and kind
and valiant and fine.
Though deep inside she might still be shy,
a strong front she will put outside.
The clock is ticking and the time has come.

It is twelve of the very next day,
which many years back in a small white room,
the little girl was born in a pair of arms so warm
and laughter and tears coloured the room.
A smiling father with an exhausted mother,
but everyone in the room was celebrating,
for this very day many years back,
the girl reading this was born.

The clock is ticking.
The moon is gleaming.
The clouds are floating.
The dreams are living.
I am writing.

The clock is ticking and I say
I love you
and I will never regret having you in my life
and I wish you will always be happy on this day every year
because the clock never stops ticking
and people never stop changing.

But today is the day we celebrate the little girl who has changed
in ways big or small,
good of bad,
drastic or subtle.
We celebrate because
I love you.
We love you.

#poem   #happy   #friendship   #sister   #wishes   #birthday  
FJ Thomas
FJ Thomas
Feb 20

As smooth as the pebble
that skips across the water
As hard as the stone that
forms a mighty mountain
So too is her spirit

As deep as the volcano that
has formed continents
As vast as the oceans that span
the face of the earth
So too does her soul reach

Through the force of hurricanes
she remains standing
With the rage of an uncontrolled
fire she protects her own
Thus is the perfection of the woman
who has suffered and grown.
~FJ Thomas every woman who has suffered but still stands!

High stepping, hard working,
soul stirring, black sister
Risk taker, ball breaker,
ends meat maker,
black sister
Always fixing, modeling,
leading, never contradicting,
black sister
Sparkles like Champagne
she intoxicates many men
Her search for true
freedom keeps her sane,
black sister
Special in every way not
given credit by society
But she will have her day
I am proud to be a
black sister

#sister   #proud   #sparkles  

A child, t'was I,
Young and curious,
Quiet and shy.

A sister, I had,
She was silly, yet serious
And bothersome.. just a tad.

A smile on her face,
As we played inside.
But she was not given grace.

A differed view
Shows her hands tied.
Chained, she slurs, "I love you.."

Accusations, accusations.
Drown her in gasoline,
burn away aspirations.

Watching from afar,
What these child's eyes have seen,
A sister turned to char.

Turn away with tears..
Turn away without dreams..
Turn away with fears..
Ignore my sister's screams.

#sad   #fire   #pain   #relationship   #sister   #family   #burn   #magic   #witchcraft   #witch  
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