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Crucifix Apr 2015
"Keep your rage in check.
your life's a ******* wreck .
all you do is ***** all day."
I don't hear a word you say. I have a temper yes its true. I try my best to keep it down it never shows when others are around. I take it mostly on myself. Then I paint the walls with my scars.
Still I could never be you. Hitting girls where the bruise won't show. Your no uncle of mine. Not by blood not by choice.
Drinking beers to hide my fears. The only thing to fear is me.
You can **** on me all you want.
spit and **** and call me names.
But touch my brother or sister still. Ill bring your world down in flames.
They are all I have, there is nothing left. No friends, no fears, no hope, no rest.
There is no ledge, no line in sight.
No moral code, no fair play, no even fight, or honor here.
Only the horror all should fear.
We seam to think little now days of the roles of brotherhood and fatherhood and what they really mean.
But truth is every nigh unstoppable badass in male history has had a tie like that at one point.
And just like you hear all the girls say "I'm proud to be a mother."
I'm proud to be a brother.
and I'm proud of how my father raised me.
Francie Lynch Apr 2015
I recognized her familiar gait
As she left ambulatory care
At Bluewater Health,
Once St. Joseph's Hospital.
I knew her as a devout care-giver.
Her spring showed her hope
In the gods within,
And faith in her God without.
A surety in her higher power.
I share her faith crossing bridges,
Or waiting for autumn's bulbs
To sprout and flower.

The Sisters have retreated
To the Mother House,
Mission accomplished,
No longer caring
For the sick and worried.

The civilians marched in,
Diagnosing annuities,
Giving change.

The Sisters wait for Pentecost,
For the whosh and whirl
Of expectant miracles
They once ministered.
Christina Apr 2015
All I get are messages
"But please I've changed
Christina don't do this."
Don't you know that I hate you?
Everyone says go back.
**** that. *******.
Get the **** out of my life.
Haven't you done enough damage?
I know your'e insane, but this is severe
Just please stop, you're
Kidding me right?
Leave me alone!
Man I thought you'd be cool.
Never would I have guessed this.
Overall this has been nothing but
Pain. Why don't you just
Quit?!
Repetition in your apologies
Show me you aren't sincere.
Take your memories and throw them
Under the train that already hit me.
Very seldom do I break down.
Well now I have no choice.
Xeroxes of my mothers picture that
You burned in an angry rage
Zip through my mind. *******.
I had to do an abecedarian poem for a cw class.
LRK
My sister was my first ward.
When GOD saw fit to send
her to me he forgot to include any warnings.
She would drink all the juice,
and play with all the toys.
She was cuter then me, smaller than me,
and could not sin. At least that’s what my family thought.
I didn’t know it was possible to love and hate that hard until we grew up.
As a fledgling guardian I had to do well in school,
respect teachers, and keep out of trouble
because she followed in my wake.
I was her windbreaker that protected her from the storm.

My overprotectiveness of all Double X chromosome
carriers is pretty much her fault.
I made plans at night on how I would keep us both safe
if we ever had the misfortune of being alone in the world.
I blazed trails and fought demons
so she would never know darkness.
And I failed.
I made her hate me and the weird thing was I was content
with the hate because she was safe.
She’ll never see the horrors of the frontlines.
Never know my scars.

It’s taken two years to get my best friend back.
No matter what happens or the gap that may arise
she will always be my friend.
Now I’ll always mess with her, give her advice,
answer when she calls, remind her of her embarrassing moments,
and I will always be the first to defend her.
She’s my littlest one and I’ll have her back until the day I leave this world.
Love you lil sis sis.
Happy Siblings day littlest one. This one is for you
Brittany Hope Apr 2015
My sister, my best friend, my other half

You’re the first person I come to when something is wrong
You always listen even if it takes so **** long

Whenever we fight I feel contrite
But no matter what we will always be alright

We always end up talking about the things that we miss
We talk for hours and reminisce

We are two but we stand as one
Without you I don’t know what I’d do
No one compares to you

I love you!

My sister, my best friend, my other half
Sabrina Apr 2015
People die
animals grow
plants stop growing
we need food
we going to
die
help
us....
Help everyone u don't know no matter wut...if u don't like them help them BC in life their going to be there for u ....
Celestina Waters Mar 2015
Sisters go through phases
Of the rising and setting moon
Sharing laughter of an lost language
Time captured in bottles
To be opened again
After absence and distance
And change.

To open and drink down the elixir
A concoction of connection that hits fast
Bubbles of memories
Hick-ups of the poignant points past
Between real life boasting.

Getting to know daily rituals and styles
Each sister developed so differently.
Acceptance is the only shared emotion
As well as wonder and curiosity
Related by blood
Yet so easy as friends
Not many are so lucky.

No matter how close we get to a friend
Our time capsule is filled to brim
Of decades worth of silliness and shame.
Doses of reality, moments of reflection
Not all was fun and joy.

The hard times molded our genuineness
Conflict shaped our resilience
Anxiety dealt with in opposite
Sill never letting go
Together in suffering we bonded
Holding close our sanity and hearts.

Alas, our time together waxes and wanes
Always there but not always visual.
"I love you Rai Rai."
"Same same Blue Jai."
Together in the imagination station.
I wrote this for my sister, after spending two grief filled weeks alone together after our grandfather died. We survived on each other's humor and natural grace of life.
Untitled Mar 2015
Who would have known that such a strong friendship could start with a pile of books and a pair of crutches?
Strangers at first but sisters next
When sadness strikes my feeble heart she's there to patch it right up
We have had many adventures together which include but are not limited too
Breaking plungers, making forts, watching anime, bothering people, TREPCHMM (one of the many inside jokes), and most importantly failing at life together
A girl who can create the most beautiful things and cure the saddest of hearts
She'll stun you with her beauty and her immense knowledge
The only sad part about our friendship is
She refuses to read this
To one of the closest friends I have, Elise. Her name on here is marionette and I hope you will take a look at her collection of poetry.
Alan S Bailey Mar 2015
Without asking for more than the simple sweet simplicitys,
I am bounded by the same laws and rules for life.
No use in explaining the values of eccentricities,
We are all tools for the media, for what they strive.
A product of the temptation for power over others, we will stay
The same forever, entrapped in ice with our sisters and brothers,
The silly dreams we have, our pursuits. A tiny bit of concern to the
Rich-who live to find the right eyeliner, lip gloss-or the best set of
Nine Irons for golfing or business suits. Some day they will
Get what they deserve, some day...some day.
But too bad for me, some day came a little too late...
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