is a long time.
I never want
My words to end-
Each syllable is
A new breath Taken.
And my voice screams through
My writing-
I breathe through my prose
Live through my poems.
And if my poems never end
Then I will live

An innocent
Breath
That will never
Breathe.
That's all I'll ever
Let you be-
Because you're the
Sister
I will never see,
And your name only hurts me

Halloween is meant for
Fairies and Ghosts,
But you donned your costume
Early-
Six years later
And I still wonder
Why you dressed up
As death.

I'll have the last word
The last breath
I want to be
The last thing
On their minds.
And when I die
I'll leave behind
Words no one
Will ever forget.

My father served in peace
My grand dads served in war
I come from a long line
Of service.

I wanted to serve
I wanted to fight
But then I found out
A woman couldn't march
On the front lines.

I'm older now
The laws have changed
I believe
I have changed
I want a degree
A family
Bravery  just isn't in my name.

You're bent on fury
On rage and revenge
The heart of hell lives
Within

I ask you release
The anger you seek
But it always comes
Again.

I have a sister
Belittled and Torn
Who probably feels forgotten.
Past pain
Rebounds and ricochets
Inside her empty soul.
She cries at night
Sometimes, I know
But she doesn't deserve her tears.
Beautiful
Strong
Those cookie-cutter phrases
Couldn't  begin to describe her
Brilliance.
I have a sister with a funny laugh
And pale skin.
A sister who dances
When she pleases.
I have a sister
Who likes to be alone.
Whose fragile heart-
Once so loving,
Slowly turned to stone.
I have a sister
Who learned to forget
And who learned to love me again.
I have  sister
Who tries to forget
But sometimes remembers
the pain most present.
She didn't deserve her past,
Or pain
But she deserves a
perfect future.