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Paper Heart Poet Mar 2020
There was a child called happiness
Living his life to the fullest
Having the whole world in his hands
Thinking this feeling just never ends

But he had a twin called sorrow
Always walking by his side like a shadow
Showing pain at its worst
The misery of lost dreams ******* hurts

They were growing together
But hated each other
Why are you my enemy
When you could be my brother

I can’t bear this life
Anymore, shouted happiness
Not with you by my side, no
You hurt me and laugh at me  
Every time you meet me

You can’t exist without me
In this cruel world
I hit and kick you to make you stronger
To give you the eyes to see more clearly

Why don’t you understand
One day you’ll be thankful for that
But you can’t make me disappear
You’d better accept that this is how fate works
You should learn to love me cause I’m the reason you are shining…
Ellie Grace Mar 2020
I could not outrun my name

nor the expectations that came with it.

You wore it as a badge

I wore it as a curse.
Broken Pieces Mar 2020
We were split apart,
It broke my heart.
But I chose to stay,
Because I couldn't move away.
We visit once in a while,
And when we do we all seem to smile.
But that has become more rare,
Because they become less aware.
I miss you all more each day,
Even with the hurtful words you say.
Beings siblings with you was never easy,
But that doesn't make my life any less breezy.
Can't wait to see you all,
Then I won't still feel so small.
Arthur Clack Jan 2020
[ in-kuhn-sis-tuhnt ]
Adjective
Contradictory, irregular

I call my self inconsistent
and despite the way that I fluctuate between
one thing has always been
the way that I can see
the world that spins madly around me
when all is said
and all is done
I will always be the one
that can see through the fog on the overcast day
or that can always guide the way
I may not be the best
I may not be the brightest
but when it comes to me
I'm the rightest
this is the second poem that I have written so any advice would be nice
Sadie Jan 2020
You’ve always been there,
In the room next to mine.
I’d pound on our bathroom door,
Running out of time.

We’d yell at each other,
Screaming and fighting.
I sat through all your baseball games,
Even in lightning.

You’d play guitar for me,
I would sing.
Your music has always been my inspiration,
Its helped me to play my own strings.

Everyone loved you,
You could do it all.
From chess to sports to school,
You’d never drop the ball.

I used to be jealous of you,
Everything you could do.
It took far too long for me to realize,
It was only because I looked up to you.

Soon you’ll be leaving,
Going away.
Soon I’ll hardly see you,
Only on holidays.

I can’t remember our ages,
When “I hate you” became “I love you.”
I don’t know why we’ve changed,
But I’m glad we both grew.

So maybe as you conquer the world,
I’ll be seeing you less and less.
But I’ll think of you everyday,
Never with a second guess.

You won’t be there anymore,
In the room next to mine.
But I’ll always love you as my brother,
Regardless of city lines.
Grace Dec 2019
The one who stayed
Oh, what a name
The only semblance
Of life being the same

A name given out of love
But it serves to remind
That the others are gone
Out of sight, but not mind

In all their travels
They’re out of sight, but not heart
And I’m the one that’s here
Dealing with all the broken parts

I’m the one that stayed
The one that’s still here
The one that sees the heartache
The one that catches tears

I’ve got heartache of my own
That cannot see the light
I’m the one that stayed
I’ve got to do it right

If I can be a pillar
Of happiness and grace
Then maybe I can keep the tears
From rolling down her face

I’m the one that stayed
And I’ve got to be strong
So that when they do come back
It’ll be the same as all along
This is the first year of my life that neither of my siblings will be around for Christmas. It’s hitting me kinda hard.
Casey Dec 2019
I know I’m one day late, but happy 2 months hrt sis :)
Jenna Oct 2019
Can we talk about the daisies that lie in wait
as the little sister shouts
                 to her brother not too far,
that flowers aren’t only for girls

because one day he will have to bring them to the                            ****** shape in the green grass

             where she rests and the daisies have finally wilted,

store-bought ones
                 don’t have the same charm it enraptured his sister with

and didn’t create the same smile on his drying lips,                    
             the watercolor red stains his eyes

                                 and the veins become
       the stems of a regret-filled life.
If it wasn't for them, I would be gone
But I just cannot leave them alone
They are too young, they are too small
And I don't want them having to deal with this all
I don't know how I would be still doing this if it wasn't for them
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