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m i a Feb 2016
their the only people you can hate, and love so much at the same time.
my brothers ran and won their first track meet today. im so proud of them! <3
Why did I fight
Why did I bleed

What did you want
What did you need

Why did he suffer
Why did he die

Why did we fight
Why the **** did we try?!
I miss them all
Poetic T Feb 2016
**** what was said, its what was known was a whole other story:

"Run their coming how much you got,

"I got fifteen clots left,
"How the fa-jesus is that gonna stop them,

"Improvising is the necessity of the moment,
"Now grab that gas bottle and traffic cone, hurry,

"You are one crazy ******* you know that,

He smiles and watch's as his friend plays tinkerer, he
Was called the tinker bell of improvising. Less the *******
Wings and smiles. I loved watching his thoughts as they
Always had a party trick sense of humor that played with
Those that were against us and our family. We had been
On the streets for at least for at least fifteen years running
Against those that were in this seeded state of imprisonment


"That's so messed up dude,

He laughs out loud at the thought of those playing the field.

"The streets are our weapon their sheep on our land,

Running to a secluded place darkness cleanses their view
From others prying eyes. You think there stupid enough
To fall for this ****? their is always one dopy *******.

"Here they come,

They see the funtarded plan that they left for those playing
Cat in a world of mice, but mice are smarter than others
Give credit for, "******* cat, "SSsssshhhhh,

The thugs speak to each other faces deserted in black.

"What the hell is this?
What is it? anything of importance?
"It looks like a Knock, Knock joke,
"Read it then you imbecile

"Knock, Knock,

"Who's there?

"Count to three,
1
2
.
.
.
.
.
"Aggghhhh,­

Ambush is shouted around, all but two aren't caught
In what happened two moments before.

Two moments earlier
3??

"Gas is silent but deadly,
The one that smelt it dealt it?

What the **** is that meant to mean?

As an incendiary round is fired, figures they
Momentarily see,
With gleeful smiles and a middle index finger
****** in the air by both, and unheard words spoke
"**** all yaaaa,
All are engulfed in flame, screams are heard from the
Distance running in futile acts.

"Drop and roll,

These words of panic go unheard as if swatted
They each fall like wicks. They smoulder and then
Unused ammunition upon themselves like
Fire crackers go off. like jumping beans
Their frames jump up as appendages release
from their now flaming form.

"Run for cove.........,
"O ****, he just got to in the head,
"I don't get paid enough for this Fu.....,


One slug only used impressive is a thought,
His little playful tricks never cease to amaze,
Cadavers smouldering linger as they both
Look over amazed it worked.

"Now that's what I'm talking about,

As he walks over and does a midsection ******
"BANG,
As the air is clouded with profanities
"MOTHER F#CKER,
"JESUS ***#ING CHRIST,
"**** THE FU#KING BED,

"Hahahahaha,

"What's so funny,

"Its the Karma of the situation,
"He dealt it, you smelt it in the ****,

"That's so not funny my dairy-air kills,

"Dude you got a brown stain hahaha.....,
"**** the bed or your pants,

They walk away, well one walks the other hobbles.
I hate this place so much, god dam generation prison.
"What did we ever do?
"We were born dude,
They arrive at camp to eyes happy to see both
Alive and slightly well, curious looks
Gather at his reddish brown patch,
"He smelt it,
As giggles surround and he punches him in the arm.

"I'm never going to live this down am I dude,
"No,
"This is worthy of years of puns haha...,

They see their mother, a tattoo of shameful pride
Adorning her neck, so long ago given for
A crime of hunger to feed her first born.
But their was no cautionary words, but deployed
Into this state now walls elevated a half mile high.
Did the world still exist no one knew no one
Had been dropped in nine or ten years.
This place was a whole state enclosed, the
Worst and those of minimal crimes linger in
This place to survive is the only thing and not
Lose your humanity in the process.

"Hi my little ones,
"I see the journey was not with out incidence,

"It was a pain in the **** mum,
"Well his **** not mine,

"Mum tell him to stop it,

"Young man your brother is not the **** of all jokes,
"Ok maybe for the next few years give or take,

They walk off as the gates enclosing there camp
Though rusted keep outsider not wanted
Away from the peace now claimed in the enclave.
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Pauline Morris Jan 2016
Little baby Abel
Rocks in his cradle
He doesn't know his fate yet
But his killer he has met

Little boy Cain
Standing in the lane
He doesn't know his fate yet
Wonder if he'll feel regret

Abel always did what he was told
Cain was adventurous and bold
Abel was the baby, apple of his parent's eye
Cain could see this and it made him cry

Look after your younger brother he was told
And with that anger was sowed
Cain couldn't go and do his own thing
To his brother he was chained

And the day at the alter was the final straw
Cain was filled with jealousy by what he saw
Even God loved Abel more than him
So he committed his first sin

A split decision was made
And soon on the ground his brother layed
Abel's blood soon soaked the ground
And from heaven came an awful sound

God spoke to Cain for the very first time
"In this land that is mine"
"You can no longer stay"
"You now must travel far away"

Now their parents lost two sons
They had showen more favor over one
And in return they lost both of them
Abel killed by his brother's hand, Cain by God himself condemned
Damian Murphy Jan 2016
Ne’er will there be any other
Who can compare to a brother.
Younger or older matters nay
They are there for you, come what may.
Though a bond which is quite unique
‘Tis a love not oft of we speak.
Though they may know we hold them dear
Perchance it would be good to hear?
envydean Jan 2016
It has been said
by several hunters
that the Winchester boys
they’re soulless
they’re without inhibitions
that they’ll **** without
even a second thought

Some say
they are soulful
that they care
too much
too hard
and that’s dangerous too
Written for @soullesshunters on Tumblr - my BOTM winner for January
maxine Dec 2015
I can't promise you much, but my love, and that doesn't even keep me afloat,
and i'd never let you drown.
I'll never let someone push you down.
I'll always stand at my 5'10 and carry you on my sore shoulders and hurt my back to bend.
I will always look you in the eye and allow you to cry..
if you ever need a light i will guide you through the darkness.
I'll rub little circles on your back and lie and tell you it's going to be okay.
I will never push you away but I won't be surprised if you don't stay.
I never want to hold you back.
But if my nurturing being torn away makes you gray.
I'll stay and be one of your sun rays.
I will love you unconditionally.
With all that I have.
All that I am.
All I ever will be.
Which isn't much.
But it's the person you seem to cherish and mumble off your lips...
*''*****''
To: Declan & Finnbar
**
Francie Lynch Nov 2015
Take me first.
I stood witness at the bed
As Mammy withered
To a stick, so small,
She couldn't cast a shadow.

Take me first.
I was one to agree
To stop the whirring machine,
And stood there
As Jimmy flat-lined.

Take me first.
Marlene asked me
If she was dying.
Thirty-nine is too young
To give an answer.

Take me first.
Daddy left in a hurry;
No good-byes in life
Or in death.

If I'm not taken first
Before my girls,
I will surely be second.
Buried too many family members.
Stanley Wilkin Nov 2015
AS
As they grew older they grew further away
Withholding their love
Remote, with apparently little to say
No words, no tears, no kind of stuff
Falling from their distant lives
Living with new thoughts, lovers, wives.
A troupe of sons, gambling with time!

Alexander was a rotten son of a brilliant father
Misled by a mother’s lies
Into an oedipal outrage. Spurred to violence, rather
Then be a man he became a legend, pursued by biting flies.
Betrayal often leads to success,
The betrayer a psychological mess.

The love of a child evaporates
Evident in the lives of kings
The urge for power saturates
Ignores duty, gratitude, those kind of things.
But hell! So what?
We once, objects of their beaming infant smiles, received such a lot.

OK, Richard the First left his father to die alone,
John ripped the money from the dead man’s purse,
They then fought each other for the throne
Making a family feud undeniably worse.
Throughout history, the mothers taking new ambitious lovers
Caused greater angst amongst whole generations of brothers.

Families are rarely friends: brother fights brother
Sister quarrels with sister, battling incessantly,
Despising each carefully chosen lover
Examining each other critically.
The success of one initiates gloom,
A show of brilliance, a thunderous rain-wrenched boom.
  
Compared to great and legendary figures
Our problems are played out beneath a dimmer light
We drown our thoughts with liquor
Squabble like screeching bats in the night
No grabbing of swords, fastening of armour, beribboned horses
Our mundane arguments have tiny causes.
Dhaye Margaux Nov 2015
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Thank you for the great room this place has provided me
I was just like a little kid writer who wants to be free
In this house everyone has a special place to dance
Where one can sing and paint all words anytime, not just once


Thank you for the time spent reading all my words
For listening to my songs and understanding all the chords
My poems are just the scribbles coming from heart and soul
But I do wish a word can heal, one of my greatest goals


Thank you for the ray of light each of us have made
We are like a family, our sunshine never fades
Keep up all the good works, keep shining in this world
Each of us is a treasure, more precious than a gold

This is our house, my sisters, my brothers hear my call
Let us keep the peace and love by understanding all
We should not condemn or judge whatever word we say
Provided that we're not casting stones in all the ways

Hear the song  a singer sings to express all his love and care
Read the lines a poet has made like his heart and mind he shares
Look at the photographs when someone shows with joy
Could you ignore them and see them like your oldest toy?

A piece of art is still an art, either happy or sad
Why one would look at other's work as something that is bad?
Unless the post is like a gun pointed on your head
I know we have our eyes to see the real dark or red


This is our house, dear housemates, this is  our home
We live by our thoughts, our life is there in our poems
This is our place together, we should walk hand-in-hand
Speak our minds and listen, together we will stand!

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Let the speaker speak and hear the words you want to hear
If you do not want the song, then you don't have to scream
Need not to cast a stone and envy when one is tall
Life is like a cycle, tomorrow your name could be on the wall...
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