Oct 2011
the machines worked rapidly
i scraped the floor with
my nails bitten and harsh
gnawing at the ground
he poured it into
tiny running barrels
with his huge husky hands
We cranked the connectors
with all our might
faster
and then faster
Our sweat mixed with the dust
and
love
Our eyes twinkling with happiness
the colored blocks
the berlin wall
stood stationary and stout
and We believed
for a moment
it would never end
but it did when you said
Listen up Bud.
skies are gray
but no one is here
and a scrap of paper with the promise
written by your heart
is spread in pieces
miles away
i scraped the floor with
my nails bitten and harsh
gnawing at the ground
he poured it into
tiny running barrels
with his huge husky hands
We cranked the connectors
with all our might
faster
and then faster
Our sweat mixed with the dust
and
love
Our eyes twinkling with happiness
the colored blocks
the berlin wall
stood stationary and stout
and We believed
for a moment
it would never end
but it did when you said
Listen up Bud.
skies are gray
but no one is here
and a scrap of paper with the promise
written by your heart
is spread in pieces
miles away
This poem was for a project in English and is about my brother. We used to play legos together and his carpet was decaying on the bottom and we could get to the dust it created by his closet door. We used to put it in barrels and make machines out of legos to transport it and pretend that we were a factory. My brother left about 2 years ago. This really ******* me up because I was so dependent on him for making decisions, talking to me, and making my life interesting. Because I was buried so deep in him I had nothing else around me that I loved and after he left I couldn't stop grieving. I wrote him a letter about how hurt I was. His answer was very terse and hurtful. The first line of his response was "listen up bud."
