My brother and I run flat footed through the yard
We think only of the present moment, the bee buzzing in the bush, the sun on our shoulders
There is no time for the click of the camera or the sunscreen or the pool that needs cleaning
Young enough still to have nothing to do
Summer comes and goes and repeats it’s water logged heat
The yard is empty now
The pool has been cleaned, my brother’s strong arms have seen to it
Photos flip by on my grandmother’s computer
The sunscreen is out of date
My brother and I are out, with friends or at soccer practice or the mall
There is no time for the click of the camera or our mother’s chores or homework in the kitchen
Young enough still to have fun to get to
Summer comes and goes and repeats its waterlogged heat
My brother and I return for the break
The yard is empty still
We are too busy to be at home
There are jobs to apply for and classes to sign up for and altogether too much to do
There is no time for the laundry or the pool or a quiet afternoon
Old enough now to be busy
The furniture on the patio is rusted through
My brother paints the bricks
Our mother watches him from the window and does not cry
Summer comes and goes and repeats its waterlogged heat
My brother and I do not go home for summer
We meet at Christmas and Easter and when everyone is in town
We whisper about our mother’s health
We watch the dog race through the yard
There is time to sit by the pool
No work until Monday
The summer comes and goes and repeats its waterlogged heat
We make it home for the warmer months
Bring the kids and the wives and a gallon of lemonade
Sit out in the yard by the pool
My brother looks up from his child,
Tells me the bricks need painting
Our children run flatfooted across the grass
They think only of the present moment
Time enough for my brother and I
The click of the camera, a new bottle of sunscreen, the pool that needs cleaning

I know I’m just your little sis
What do I actually know
But lemme try and just tell you this

I know I’m not in your world exactly
Don’t know the difficult place you’re in
But I know the pain sadly

I’m your sister at the end of the day
You and I are the most alike
We got similar struggles in a way

I know how to read people just like you
Hear what they really think about me
I got that same curse too

Disappointed of the journey we create
Why can’t we be the golden child
But failure must be our fate

I see when you want to be left alone
I see when you’re in a dark cloud
The heavy weight on your backbone

I know how it feels to be lost
Inside your head and heart
Wondering what it’s gonna cost

I also got an addictive personality
Anything to relieve the pain
Anything to escape my reality

I really don’t think struggling is bad
You and I are ahead the game
Even though we didn’t ask to be mad

I pushed off opening up for years
Refused to acknowledge my pain
Scared as hell to face my fears

I know it seems everyone is watching
With a cynical and judgmental eye
Waiting for the chance to start preaching

But sometimes as I see the judgment
Reflected in their eyes
I realize maybe I need adjustment

Maybe I am so harsh on myself
The quickest to assume their mad
Assuming the hatred is from himself

Sometimes from deep within me I see
I hate what I’m doing to everyone
Maybe I refuse to except me

We are all just left to wander alone
A strange unwanted path
A journey we apparently chose

Please don’t think you’re a bad guy
You’re stronger then most
You’re my hero I won’t deny

So yeah I know I’m just your little sis
Love,
…

how come when i work hard you never notice?
but when i don't put a lot of effort into making this ****** up house less ****** up
suddenly i'm a terrible person

Sunlight beams down on us,
as we stand side by side,
wearing matching outfits,
laughing.
Sure siblings are supposed to hate each other,
but, in that moment,
we were more than just siblings.
We were two hearts,
soaring high in the sky,
ready to face the world,
together.

It never occurred to me
When I realized that half is quite the difference
your hair was curly and mine straight

It never occurred to me
When you never called
Or when you barely came home to visit
When the gifts you gave
Told me you didn't know much about me
And weren't particularly interested in trying to

(But I kept them anyway,
Because maybe you did care)

It never occurred to me
When I started to forget
How you appeared in my life
Or when I kept your picture up on my bedside
For months after the fact

It never occurred to me
When I realized I never felt quite close enough
When I heard my name was still in your mouth
Despite not talking for years

But when I was in my comm class
And my professor said
Identities exist in relation with one another
It finally hit me.
I am not a sister,
Because I do not have one.

Family needs to

be lovely: each other's crown


witness, a party!

Oh how the saying makes me sick
And excuses, there are not
Devicive taunting, hate's mimic
Word's we weaponized from thought.
So, a new turn of phrase,
a saying born within the dark;
Is whispered to myself, alone,
                                                    A Sky-cyphers
Scribbled, trailing mark.
For the first and only time,
Not of me but you
These writing's wordings weave a web,
of synthesized virtue.
To be spoken allowed to oneself,
read, written or thought,
Of each word that's now misused- their purposes forgot.
examined, explained, investigated my life
As if speech were the blade, written words are the knife.

all of the meaning and
every mora, tethers to our mortal coil
Life and it's significance-
A product of its transience.

The concept of fate & of destiny, too
Both insinuate journey, the movement through
How, now, can our destinations insue
We'll come Home, its depths, are dreams of blue.


*between the church hymn
And under haiku
It is,
Ravled in deep bules

“Where were you?” I want to scream,
Through clenched teeth, against a distant dream.
You laugh, you live, you carry no chains,
Unseen, you are free from these bruising pains.

She whispered to me, only me, at her end,
Left me with words I can’t defend.
You weren’t there to feel her fading breath,
To witness the slow, soft steps toward death.

I carry the weight, the sorrow, the blame,
While you dance through life, without the shame.
Her voice lingers, soft as a wraith,
Leaving me torn between love and hate.

She asked for silence, a shroud unseen,
To bear her loss alone, as if in a dream.
I hold this burden close to my chest,
While you, untouched, move on at your best.

Do you feel her absence, hear her sigh?
Does her memory haunt you or pass you by?
A part of me resents the ease you feel,
While I stumble alone through a world so unreal.

I am her keeper, her secret grave,
Bound to the love that made me brave.
Yet, bitterness grows where peace should be,
An ache that burns yet sets me free.

I am scared for my sister
And I am scared for my brother
The world isn't kind and we hurt one another

I am scared for my brother
And I am scared for my sister
Scared since the first time that someone dismissed her

I am scared for my sister
And I am scared for my brother
That some will teach him not to respect our mother

I am scared for my brother
And I am scared for my sister
Scared that I will not trust those who have kissed her

I am scared for my sister
And I am scared for my brother
I want them to be safer than many of the others

I am scared for my brother
And I am scared for my sister

I am scared for them both, I think we all know why
But I am making this oath, I will NOT just stand by

Through the fence, we slipped,
scratched and torn,
but the world behind us
was nothing—
this was ours.

Rubber giants piled high,
a kingdom built from wreckage,
the smell of earth and metal
mixing with the air we claimed.
We whispered our plans,
wild as the grasshoppers we caught—
sting and laughter tangled together
as we spun tales of escape.

The owner’s anger didn’t faze us,
her shouts just wind
against the roar of our hearts.
We built our thrones
in crooked trees,
a couch our crown,
leaning like a dream too big to stand.
The go kart didn’t run,
but we rode it anyway,
down the hill that should’ve swallowed us whole,
laughing at danger,
at the world that couldn’t keep up.

Bruised and broken,
we held each other,
fighting wars we couldn’t win
except here,
in the tire club.
In this space,
we were never less than fierce,
our bond woven
with the secrets we kept
and the mischief we shared.
A sacred place—
where the world outside couldn’t touch us,
where we were fireproof,
surviving everything
but the burn of our own laughter.