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MP Martinez Sep 2017
Tell me, little brother of mine
How can I repay you?
All the things I stole
I can’t give it back at all


How can I make you forgive?
All the sins I made
Didn’t just cause you grief
But also wasted your breath


How could I make amend?
When everything's will never fall into place
What costed was your dear life
No matter what I couldn't return back


Tell me, what should I do?
Mother’s death cursed us two
And in vain I also drag you
I'm sorry your brother is a fool


Oh dearest mother so sweet
When you're gone we'd been incomplete
Back to the years we are one
Now we're divided and nothing can be done



Don't cry my big brother
Neither you nor I were innocent
Shed in blood our past is
Both of us are to be blamed


Clinging to that desire
Both of us took that crooked path
And fell to the hell we made
Since that day we are dead


That sin of yours is a sin of mine
We can't erase the things we did
But the future, we can still change
Isn't it right brother?


Oh dearest mother so sweet
When you're gone we'd been incomplete
Back to the years we are one
Now we're divided and nothing can be done



To where will we go?
When there's no place we belong to
Walking to the thorny path
Our shoulders feels so heavy


Blinded by that old dream
What was lost is forever gone
Can we ever go back to those times?
Mother we're sorry


We may not be whole
But two is always better than one
So let's start to forget and forgive
Even the past couldn't be fixed
All we had to do is to live
I'm just starting reading Fullmetal Alchemist manga and god I could cry a river for the Elric brothers. This is also inspired from one of the OST.
HeartCore Sep 2017
I wish the stars would fall
To know this isn't just a wish.
To know that I'm alive
Conquering the world.

Bringing the sky to you.

I'd be a ruler,
I'd be a king
You'd  be my guide,
you'd be my priestess

Above the king
The religion of my world.

And when the stars fall.
I know,
I'll be with you,
For eternity to come.
Kristhie Sep 2017
Because of you
i am worse
i'm someone i would have never thought i could
become on my own
You made me become the person i am today
and that is not something to me proud of.
At the beginning, i wanted this writing to be a poem
but i have to write it out as a story.
You can trust someone with your all. You can sacrifice everything
for someone. At the end, they forget everything you did and were willing to do. They turn your actions, into something people don't like. They try to convince everyone else, an idea that is completely different. They don't realize the damage they do to your soul.
In your head, you keep recalling all the things you guys did. You recall the little things you guys used to do. You remember the songs you guys sang in the car. You remember all the little stuff. Because he is the one who in fact left. You tried to be his friend. You tried your best to keep in contact.
In his mind. You weren't worth it. He hangs with other girls. He starts to assume that it is okay to move on. And then again, he forgets. He forgets everything that you did for him. You come into tears, and you drown into your soul while being against the wall. The wall makes you think there is someone holding you while your tearing apart, crying about the person you went to when your where spilling your tears off.
When your mind is wondering off, it takes a little peak back. It wonders, and it goes into the little section that says "broken". It reads a little, and on its own, it starts inundating.
You find yourself in this position, where you don't know what to do. You don't know how to move on. You don't know if moving on to someone else is the best action. Even if he starts being interested in someone else. You are still there. Stuck. Debating on whether to stop, or finding a way to move on. He made you worse, than you were already. And you could never go back. Not in the same way.
Something Quiet Aug 2017
Snip, snip, I'll cut the bonds
I'll cut them til my friends are gone

I don't need you or you or you
Cuz face it, you don't need me too

You never cared 'bout what I say
Or how's my evening, how's my day

I'm not worth a thing, you see
A useless **** to you and me

I can't fix mistakes I've made
What I did, the price i paid

So snip, snip, I'll cut the bonds
I've cut them now, my friends are gone
I wrote this when I made new friends a while back, and started having paranoia about how everyone will leave me one day. I always thought I'd leave first to save the pain, though I never actually have the guts to.
Alyssa Lynn Apr 2017
How many of us have died
Trying to make more out of our lives?
How many of us slice open our skin,
Dying to love, to feel?

We jump from planes to laugh and smile...
What if instead our company stayed
For just a little while?

We are DYING to live,
And I do mean dying.
Our souls, locked away,
Batter our ribs and our hearts trying to escape.

I want to write,
I want to laugh, and sing, and draw,
I want to make lasting friendships
And give life my all.

Like so many others,
I am dying to live,
Dying to survive.
Because sometimes I feel trapped within myself.
4.26.2017
Amy I Hughes Apr 2017
As we drank the wine fast, our tongues untied.
Truth crept among us like an icy dawn.
Siblings remembered; through memories cried.
A glimpse of a bond with loyalty sworn.

A compliment rejected; moods now changed.
The barrier was raised and weapons drawn.
The three, little words thrown into exchange.
Through bitterness she moved the final pawn.

In doing so, she cut their final link.
His submission affirmed her icy hate.
The sister had lost, fallen at the brink.
The wife had won, through him she would dictate.

Sadness has fallen; a snowflake on ice.
Unbreakable bond broken, at what price?
A sonnet written for my wife.
Nicole Rountree Apr 2017
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
Smells of the food cooking in the kitchen
Family gathered— ready and at attention
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
I remember when we used to play in the park
I remember when our Grandma told us to be in before dark
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
Sounds of laughter at Christmas time
I remember when we used to wait up for Santa
We were threatened with pepper in the eyes
Remember that?
Scared into sleepiness because our young minds didn’t know any better
With the morning sun, we rise and shine to open presents together
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
I remember these memories represented our close knit bond
People grow
People change
I guess it’s naivety to think it would forever stay the same
It’s the memories we cherish and should hold them close
Keeping the people near and dear that we love the most
Because there will come a time when the reaper must stake his claim
We never invite him, but it doesn’t matter because he already has the name
He may come in quick or take his time, but when he comes it leaves us blind
Blinded by hurt
Blinded by pain
Blinded by the fact we will never see our loved one again
Blinded by the new memories of a new type of hurt—a new type of pain
Then the memories overflow and fill the frontal lobe-the part of the brain where memories and speech are controlled
You become speechless because you become filled and overwhelmed with the loss
Family comes together to comfort each other  
You haven’t seen some in years—it’s been so long since you’ve seen them you want to burst out in tears.
Kids have grown and don’t look the same
So handsome and beautiful, but you don’t remember their names
That’s how long—how long it’s been
Again, it’s a shame.  
You ask, “Why does it take death to bring the family together again?”
Then, in an instant, tears begin to form in the wells of your eyes
You realize how things have really changed and you don’t quite understand why
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
I remember that there is a need to change the timeline
I remember when I decided to finally say
Don’t let the family, your blood, fade away
Embrace each other
Love each other
Motivate each other
Cherish each other
Protect each other
Keep each other
Continue to make memories—no matter how old we get
Make sure the family remains close knit

Yep, so many memories they just tend to cloud my mind
Family should always be together—until the end of time.
Esther Feb 2017
to be born out of the sky
or bled out of a rock
still we desire to love
that from which we came,
and even in adoption
we reduce the power of conscious ties
burying them under nature -

- so ***** is her underside that
We become cleansed when in contact
with the discarded   affection
brewed   and not based in inheritance
composed   and   created  in nurture
hardly automated in the infant

w h o s e  v i s i o n  is  c l e a n s e d  i n  b i r t h

t o  t h e  p o i n t  o f  p a r t i a l  b l i n d n e s s



in the light of future flooding
Elizabeth Fruin Jan 2017
We are thousands of miles away
But In my heart you will forever stay
Our drifting souls become a cluster
As the bonds we make tighten faster

Our souls may be two separate entities
But they are bound by a single link
Which are our shared qualities
Lettered on the dotted line in ink

- E.A.F
A soul is always wary of the unknown, but once there is a link shared. There is not much that can be done to stop the change soon to come.
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