#sibling
Sometimes
When your shadows of friends
Dont take you away into plasma
You will sit with me
And talk
And laugh
And your laugh is like the sun setting under the mountains
Like fields of flowers in my fingertips
And we will lay down
And look at the stars
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
"I want to learn."
Not something I'd admit.
Though I'll forever yearn,
To fill this pit with wit.
I want to be smart
Smart enough to prove "you're wrong"
Sibling rivalry played its part.
Teasing "gifted isn’t where you belong "
I would take
Every hard class.
Aware of my mistake.
Then celebrate my pass.
I write in black.
Teacher said "open notes."
Papers by the stack
Cramping feels like a morphine dose.
Finals come around.
Stress brings me to my prime.
Time running out, I drown.
Telling myself "last time."
But every semester
I search the hardest topics
Roomate would pester
Telling me "stop with your narcotics."
"The hard classes are like your drug"
"Ever tried getting clean?"
I would shrug
Locking in the choices on my screen.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC
Sit with me, dearest brother of mine.
For I am sullen
And sad
And sorry.
Sorry for not being the big sister that you needed me to be.
For you were never meant to see the things you've seen.
For you were never meant to endure the things you've endured.
For you were never meant to feel the hurt within your heart that you feel so deeply.
And know,
That I am sorry.
For not being able to shield you from the atrocities that may have been thrown your way.
Hold my hand, precious brother of mine.
For I am guilty and complicit
In everything
That may trouble your mind.
Understand me.
Know that I too fell victim to the trials and tribulations of life, that you have gone through.
And know,
Beloved brother of mine,
That I am always here for you.
Now.
Even if I was not in the past.
And come closer, cherished brother of mine.
Let me wrap my arms around you.
Let me embrace you,
So that you know,
That I love you.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
and
as my too-short fingers scour
a chalky-pale basket
i witness the life i
should've had
and the one
that i was shaped into
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 11:33 AM UTC
When I got the news about you,
I couldn’t believe it.
All the memories flashed on through,
still I couldn’t see it.
I kept calling your phone, it kept ringing.
No answer at all, I’m crying looking at the ceiling.
I knew things were going to suddenly change,
but I wasn’t expecting this immense pain.
I called your phone again,
and all it did was ring and ring.
All I wanted was to hear your voice,
make sure you were still here by choice.
Never got to grieve your memory,
I fall asleep only to lie awake in misery.
Losing a sibling isn’t for the weak.
Losing my brother made me unable to speak.
I wish I had one last day with you,
one last laugh like we used to do.
I’d tell you everything I never said,
all the words stuck in my head.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
Can you hear me, brother?
My own voice is fading
Do you see me, brother?
Darkness creeping in
like sorrow that’s invading
Remember the younger days, brother?
Games and toys we’d been playing
How’s your life, brother?
It’s been a while since we gave a ****
Am I bleeding, brother?
Like the neck of a hunted lamb
Are you with me, brother?
‘Cause I don’t think I am
Are you crying, brother?
It’s ok, you’ll never be alone
You know I love you brother
So hold my withered hands
And show me the way home
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:02 PM UTC
I wish I was there.
But I’m glad that I wasn’t.
To witness the fear,
And inevitable nothing.
Tense and intense.
Stressed at a distance.
A shell of my brother,
He is what he wasn’t.
Gone.
And absent.
At all of our functions.
I wish we could have had that honest sit down discussion.
The real conversations that were held up with substance.
Perfect world met with love in abundance
I know we both had them but habits obstructed,
Our flimsy obstacles and ego destruction.
Destructive decisions and blind eyes were covered.
From fine lines and lies in time were discovered.
I stand here. Are you still here, standing too, brother? I live on despite you because I don’t have another…I love you forever just to make sure that’s covered. I’m doing my best but life was better in numbers.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
A BIRTH
Twelve hours in velvet dark
I waited for your shaft
to penetrate my channel of desire
birthing purity and long lashes
You came without a doubt
Acacia branches making curtains
their feet digging deep for
the numinosity of life
Wisdom of Time feeding a
*********** into pink moistness
Deeply hidden thorns created
a serpent circle of protection
Descent spiralled into eardrums
eyeballs, silently swirling light
dividing with space, minerals
unfolding with Earth’s rhythm
Her sister shed joyful tears
for her soft arched feet
whilst ***** petals fell
for dainty fingers curling
As missionary I buried a sticky
cord beneath Acacia
Understood the elixir of truth and
your departure into shadows
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
The first:
tall, imposing,
a sixth-grade boy,
watching,
admiring.
The second:
scary,
with frostbitten eyes
that hid careful warmth.
The third:
too loud,
but perfectly warm,
melting the frost.
The boy,
now eighth grade,
listens to the two senior girls
with filters
That seems to not catch anything.
Still,
He listens,
intent.
The fourth:
straight as a soldier,
his heart locked,
But the key was found.
The fifth:
a walking cliché --
too kind,
too forgiving,
and fond of syrup.
The sixth:
brought in by the fifth.
A new boy,
just reaching high school,
watches him, curious.
The seventh and eighth:
closest in age
mirrors of what the boy could be.
Now:
the boy,
a senior,
sits in his home,
a room across from him as he writes
Number Nine.
She works, she toils,
the boy
With his lifetime to view her
her sarcasm and wit.
He came to a conclusion
all perfect sister-qualities.
Number Nine,
the boy’s favorite.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 3:21 PM UTC
When she call
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!
She said she likes my simplicity.
She said she calls me everything.
When I told her, “Go home—just stay on the call,”
She turned back—on your call, back home.
I said, “Don’t come, it’s far away.”
She said, “I care.”
She said, “I know you well.”
I am the brother—
And I love it when she calls.
By Vedanta Anagha/Mayank Tripathi
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 2:09 PM UTC
I miss those days
when you loved me
Unconditionally
When you stood
against the world
made sure I was safe
Loved and protected
Now you’re busy
No longer have time for me
So foolish of me
to think that
Love carves a path
through schedules
Just because mine did
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 1:06 PM UTC
Little eyes, they are always watching
As I go through fields of sunflowers and clouds of crows
They see everything I do
Little eyes
Little ears, they are always listening
As I whisper words that I throw around like pebbles into a river
They hear everything I say
Little ears
Little hands, they always do what I do
As I pick up the burdens of this life and hold them tightly to my chest
They copy everything I do
Little hands
Little mouth, they always talk as I talk
As I cast my words into a sea of disregarded lies and careless feelings
They say everything I say
Little mouth
Little feet
As I walk down the highways of shadows and allies of sunshine
They follow me wherever I go
Little feet
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
Am I a poor sister,
for constantly pushing them away,
in for losing my temper too easily?
they'll ask me to check the closet,
or underneath their beds,
"there's a monster".
but it makes me wonder,
maybe the true monster is me.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 11:44 AM UTC
Growing up i looked up
to you.
You showed me what it was like to be brave.
But that one day, you chose to mess it all up.
"Come to my room, lets watch a movie."
Little did I know , I was about to be violated in my own home.
"Give me a hug"
But oh this was no hug, i wish I would'e known.
How could i have been so DUMB.
"Oh its not my fault" I say, I was too young.
The feeling of your touch down there.
"This doesn't feel right.."
" i don't care"
Nena walked in, "What the hell are yall doing??"
"He said to give him a hug" I said
That night, we got a stern talking to.
"Don't ever do that again"
Was that it? All you had to say?
I had felt like my innocence had been taken away.
Years later, there's not a day that goes by
where i don't think of that traumatizing, long-lasting memory of mine.
Maybe I'm just overreacting.
Or maybe, you should've taken action.
I'll never feel the same again.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
If I looked close enough, maybe I could still catch the faint traces of lint drifting in the air from his clothes and his hair. He never vacuumed. His clothes were wrapped in scented trash bags and thrown into the backseat of someone else’s car. I sat at his desk, digits flitting across the screen and keyboard. Numbers and words turned into many little games and suddenly the table was far too small for this charade. A new day with a side of a strange cough and a glimpse of tea-stained mugs waiting quietly on the countertop. Little tired footsteps on porcelain became the melody I had grown accustomed to. I handed him his neatly packed things, and in exchange he lent me his ear. Then it turned to little blue bubbles. The strings connect us. Ma vacuumed his bed over twenty times in the morning before calling it quits. The traces of him were always overwhelming. It was always never enough.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
a cursed cycle
the ancestral rite of passage
the last to see the sun
the first to see the fault
and ultimately suffer because of
it's a burden i've put onto my friends
the ones who show me what it would've been like
the opposite of a lonely child
the ones that undo the deafening silence of a pause screen
the ones who let me take a turn without raising their voice
they're the ones who remember what i say
and who i am
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 11:44 PM UTC
Put on right out of the womb, a crown was placed on her head
5 diamonds are placed to represent each burden
Perfection
Therapist
Extra parent
No remembrance of her childhood
And giving when there's nothing left to give
As the years go on, she will make mistakes
Hers being the hardest to forgive
She will take the pain and burdens of the ones who brought her into this world and others without a second of hesitation and still feel as if she is not enough
She will me extraordinarily mature for her conquest asked of her
But not nearly mature enough for what she wants
She will put every person before her
But when she does something for herself, she's called selfish and lazy
She surrounds herself with books to take her to a place that expects nothing but the flip of a page
Countless times,
She will compare herself to others
She will stay up late working on that paper to get extra points just to please her parents
She will have impossible expectations to meet
Do you know who she is?
She's the eldest daughter
She won't want to have kids for the fear of putting her oldest through the same pain
But most of all, she won't get what she craves the most
Unconditional love
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
My sibling is always there
If I'm dealing with the worst they're right there for me
No matter what i can tell them anything
They've been asking for a while to read my poems
Probably not expecting some to be about them
My sibling
I'll always love you
I'll always be there for you when times are tough
No matter what you can tell me anything
I cant wait till I can hug you
My amazing sibling
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 1:04 AM UTC
You have always been the place I run—
when the house shook with anger,
when silence was too sharp to bear,
when I need to remember who I am.
You walked ahead, unbreakable,
taking the weight so I could be light,
standing in the storm so I could have sun.
I learned from your triumphs,
but more from your wounds—
ones I watched you carry,
ones you never let me feel.
You have been the steel in my spine,
the edge in my voice,
the force that made me fearless.
I only get to walk through this world soft
because you stood in it hard.
Life has tried to wear you down,
but nothing bends you, nothing breaks you.
Tough as stone, soft as a whisper only I get to hear.
The world takes from you,
but I have only ever been given.
You deserve love that does not take,
a world that bows before your strength.
Everything I am, everything I have,
is because you stood,
because you fought,
because you have always been
the force that made me free.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
Oh, I trust you and I love you and I need you.
I trust you more than I have ever trusted myself.
Your words sing truth against my shattered mind
as they glue pieces back together with glittering gold.
I love you in ways I may never truly understand.
Your smile brings joy to my life while your guidance
brings me back to the path of safety.
I need you to stay to help me.
Your absence felt like a dark cloud on my very existence.
I was lost without you.
Oh, I trust you and I love you and I need you.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
I will be back.
She spoke.
Where have you been?
Where did you go?
I wonder.
Mommy, where is my sister?
Daddy, when is she coming back home?
I asked.
Do you know my sister?
She has a name.
I can’t remember it!
What does she look like?
The officers asked.
I’m sorry
I can’t remember
her pretty face.
But she’s kind and sweet— the
best sister on earth!
She said she went to work.
But she never comes back home.
Can I stay with you? I’m scared
you going to leave me
Like she did.
Hey! Sister!
You said you went to work!
Why did it take you so long?
Why is your pulse not beating anymore?
Why your skin looks pale?
Why are you laying there
In that scary chamber?
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
i'm so sorry
i wasn't good enough
i was a child, i wasn't ready, wasn't tough enough
but i'm so sorry
that i let you down
you were innocent and young and i let you drown
and i know
that it's all different now
you're growing up, you're strong, you made it through somehow
but our bond
it broke so easily
and this necklace that i wear weighs on me heavily
but i swear
it will end differently
i won't let you down again, won't let you go, won't let this get to me
or to us
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC
Leaving the house,
The memories,
Pain and happiness.
The child that used to live there.
Sometimes you leave too soon,
Sometimes you just have to.
For the good of the other people
Still locked inside.
You can't help but worry about them,
But you can't change anytning,
Now that you left.
But it is what you wanted, is it not?
You thought leaving the house would help you
But it only made it worse.
You have the life you wanted,
But at what cost?
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 8:21 AM UTC