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Viseract Dec 2015
I drown myself in music
So that I cannot hear
My own mother beating my sisters
There's nothing I can do, and that is what I fear

I drown myself in music
Because if I don't I'll drown in anger
Why the fck do you hit my sisters?
DO YOU GET F
CKING PEASURE?!

I drown myself so I cannot listen
To my sister's innocence being beaten out
They'll be as FCKED AS YOU!
Driven by anger, primal instinct and DOUBT!

I DON'T WANNA LISTEN
TO WHAT I WENT THROUGH AS A CHILD
SO I DROWN MYSELF IN MUSIC
AS IT KEEPS ME SANE!
UNLIKE YOU, YOU'RE F
CKING WILD!!!!
Told you I was angry...
R Arora Dec 2015
For my wonderful sister.*

These moments of togetherness,
That we share,
Will soon be lost,
Like time in our hands.
It’s sure to occur,
And bound to be gone.
And so, they become, memories of past.
Leaving us with a longing of remembering it,
Again and again,
Till last.

Some feelings are complex,
Can’t be understood by all,
Like our relation.
However at each other,
We might vex,
In the deep, deep bottom of heart,
We both have an ocean of love,
In camouflage of pond.

I never thanked you right in your face,
Faked an attitude of solace.
But you don’t know,
How much I cried,
After a fight,
When you said-
Our relation has died.
You would not talk to me,
I remember;
Much significantly.

It was always me,
Who broke the silence.
At times, I cursed my fate,
For me being younger,
“Why should I be the one to kneel down?”,
This is something,
I’ve asked myself,
Often.

In the moments of solitude,
When (I felt) I had been ostracized by peers,
You stood there by me.

We both have grown together,
Had fun, and laughed at one another.
Now it’s time to part our ways,
As you have to go the other.

Believe me; I too have always been by your side,
When you were scolded,
I had cried.

These years we’ve spent together,
Have sadly now,
Come to an end.
But you are, of my life,
An integral part.
I thank you from the fathom of my heart.

Let me unveil the truth today,
You are my best friend,
And will forever stay.
Just as we’ve been.
Come whatever may,
We were together.
Little did I know,
That someday, this will come to an end;
But I’ve these moments treasured,
Because some moments are meant to last;
Forever.
In memories,
To be cherished;
Forever.
This I wrote for my elder sister when she was moving out for job purposes. That was the first time I realized that we sisters had to separate one day or the other. I knew we would talk every day, but it was never going to be the same again.
maria allyssa Dec 2015
I am quite certain that
the earth isn't flat,
all the roses will wilt,
voices lose their lilt,
reds and yellows will fade,
in time, every shade
and you will never know
when they come and go
but have a little faith
for things can be great
know that a girl like you
can be a treasure too
this friendship is a gift
no one else can lift
(c) maria allyssa
a poem for a friend who turned 21 today
Taylor Shelton Dec 2015
The cold welcomes me
I feel old pleasant memories
I feel at home again
I hear the laughter of my sister
I hear my family's bickering
I taste snow I would scoop up and eat with my sisters
I taste cheap, but delicious hot chocolate
The cold welcomes me
Fucking tired Dec 2015
Sisters fight
we do indeed
sisters fight for each other
I fight for you
sisters love each other
I'm not sure if you do
sisters are always there
yeah to laugh at you while you're slapped around
sisters care
so much for that
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.
Molly Nixon Nov 2015
I warned you, son.
"Don't break her heart."
Now you think about that while I rip you apart.

I don't know what it is you seek,
but my sister is out of your league.
Failed to see how lucky you were.
Did not heed my warning when you texted her

What kind of ***** breaks up via texting?
The same little ***** that thinks bussing is flexing.
She'll move onto better, just for a toy.
She won't wait long for a mere busboy.

I could go on forever about things that you lack.
Like, interest, money, a life, a six-pack.
You'll never be good enough for my little sister,
but I hope she's moved on when you realize you've missed her.
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.
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