I had a brother that was older than me,
my mother and father took him away from me,
I was twelve and he was nearly twenty-three,
my parent's did not care what they did to me,

My parent's drove him out of their house,
This is because he could not live they way
they wanted him to be,

I was only seven and he was nearly seventeen,
They drove my beloved oldest brother, Larry, away from me.

He was an artist, a poet, and a writer just like me,
what my parent's did to him they did to me,
I just outlived both of them yes indeed, I made it until
I was fifty-six years old indeed.

Now these many years have come and gone,
my dearest brother, Larry, is an angel and
he still writes his celestial songs in the heaven above,
He left this world when he was nearly twenty-three, and
I remember the tears of a brother that was taken from
me.
In Loving remembrance of my eldest brother,
Benjamin L. Wesson
Born December 8, 1944 to August 8, 1967
I will always love you and I will never forget you.

A lover pulled night toward me
Obscuring blind monotony
Those too-harsh rays,
The day-to-day malaise of living

As her silver, moon-lake body haplessly suppressed
My initial force of life
The seeds I kept hidden from view
Were strewn among her faulty self, where
They began to crop up thickly

Splitting rocks
In her center’s harsh asymmetry
They marred that once delightful face
If inconsequentially
But as her orbit wanes ahead,
Like a crashing moon with star tattoos
Her beauty will veer and fall away,
Then
I’ll be moist and will not wither in the heat always
Instead I’ll shiver and I’ll wonder
Why the sun is gone today

Two kids, one dream
a sign in an empty street
imagine sunlight, two girls laughing
a camera on a stand
two kids, embraced
digging through boxes
like old memories wrapped in a cloth of nostalgia
imagine twilight, two girls talking
all the tenses at once
a figure in a bed
two kids, waking up alone
a confused smile
dark and ashamed, a wish
taken for granted
imagine emotion, a frantic outburst
two kids, coldly distant
yet never so close
a strangled reply
filled with hurried thoughts
imagine morning two girls far apart
a position shared
two kids, on a kitchen floor
knees brought up to their chests
one takes hold of a knife
the noticeable difference
imagine desperation, two girls crying
a single tear, a single drop of blood
the start of a long battle
two kids, completely unalike
yet perfectly similar
imagine happiness, a diploma in hand
not a single thought spared
to a desperate struggle to regain what was lost
two kids, not kid anymore
a new beginning, a haunted past
trapped inside a keyhole
imagine silence, nothing will ever be the same
a first love, not quite right
two kids, forever changed
a memory that holds no purpose

It starts with a quiet night
a warm cup of tea
a pile of notebooks
filled up with nothing at all
there's a fountain
and a globe
a computer
and a pen

it starts with a noise
the beginnings of a drumbeat
the plunk of being called
a single lamp
illuminates
there's a rose
and a cat
some music
and a girl

it starts with a smile
a subtle curve
not quite a grin
a glimmer of hope
sends feelings singing
there's a phone
and a text
there's more music
and a boy

it starts with a name
some simple syllables
a feeling of fate
a thought of without reasoning
alive
there's a page
ripped out of a notebook
filled with thoughts
a note
a poem
there's a voice
of a girl

it starts with a song
a familiar verse
a pile of notebooks
not scattered around
a feeling of doubt
a lack of self-confidence
there's a shudder
and a sigh
a bowl of chips
a table
the slumped over figure
of a girl

it ends with a chime
the clock strikes three
a blinding light
ther's an empty table
a pulled out chair
a pile of notebooks
she left lying there
a new national anthem
some music
but no girl