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 Mar 2013 raðljóst
September
He asked me when
I started writing so I
turned to him and
frowned. "Have you
forgotten my
birthday already?"
 Mar 2013 raðljóst
September
I have read nine hundred novels
and have lived nine hundred and one lives.
 Mar 2013 raðljóst
September
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 Mar 2013 raðljóst
September
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Those of wisdom measure it and not wit
And hopefully you've got enough
wisdom to measure
my wit?
January rambles and whatnot.
 Mar 2013 raðljóst
September
Wordless,
She says
she loves me.

Worldless,
she does
not
breathe.
What if our tears of loneliness
fell from our wet cheeks
and met at our chin
to make each other whole?
Our malnourished souls
beat in opposite time.

We are not in sync,
in pattern.

Deprived, we are together
but somehow
a  p  a   r   t.
In the warmth of May
I look at the magnolias
And wonder when I, too,
Will bloom into something
Beautiful.
You forget about her
About us
Your sisters
Are we so easily sweep under the rug?
She misses you do you know that?
Asking
"Where is big brother?"
"Where have all his things gone?"
"Is he coming back?"
Oh right
You couldn't possibly know that
You're never around

She is going to be grown up in a blink of an eye
And she will not know you because
You can't be bothered with responsibility
To busy acting entitled I guess

How can you just leave and never look back?
Oh right your living in the moment
Trying to always be "happy"
Stupidly you said you didn't want to be
Responsible for anything
Not your life
Or your choices
Or your future
Let me tell you little brother
happiness
Is not the drug you smoke
Or the bottle you drink
Or the party you
Vaguely remember

I have a question  
If not you then who?
Who will be responsible for your
Foolishness
Stupidity
Recklessness?

Bad news for you selfish one
I have the answer and you will not like it
It will be you
That is how life works
One day karma and
All the horrible choices you made will
Come back to give you what you have coming
All these debts will have to be paid in full
Maybe not now, tomorrow, or even the day after that,
But someday

Then what will you do?
Will we remember you?
After you forgot about us
Leaving us in the dust
To pick up all the peaces
You left behind
Will we be bothered
To help you?
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