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Prachi Aug 2018
I'm sorry!
for not talking to you all these years.
I don't know the reason,
Maybe because I was disillusioned,
or may be because I misjudged,
and I was imprudent.

But that day when I heard you name,
I couldn't stop myself from talking to you.
I found myself in the memory lane,
and all divergence creating reminiscence.
Tears rolled at the pace of the emergence;
of all memories sweet and bitter.

I made a good decision and talked to you,
never expected you to take it so lightly
as if nothing
ever happened between us,
You are the best brother ever,
but neither I am nor I was a good sister.
I'm sorry!
I spoke to my cousin after a long time. I did not speak with him  for 5 years.But he took it lightly,and it made me happy.
aziza Nov 2018
my brother learned life
in a rough way,
monday bloomed
red on his cheek
while friday left
bluish bruises for him.

i don't know about his pride,
but i see light in his eyes
dims and fades.
said, he never cries,

but he always lies.

my brother learned life
in a hard way.
he now suffers
addiction,
in a room with his console
to consume, then waste his times
wins nothing —— loses everything.


my brother is on the brink of despair,
he loves to stand off the cliff
as i watch him slowly walks away
said, he would not tries
to jump off

but i'm afraid,
he always lies.
#depressed #anxious #social #human#bully
Jordan Rowan Nov 2015
The time temple drags along a mirrors edge
It breaks itself on the window ledge
I came undone as you came to my door
The movement bleeds out to the street
Like a dancing child on tiny feet
My young belief says to follow you once more

**** me, brother, **** me now
**** me, brother, strike me down
I can't go on without her anyhow

The distance starts where the love began
A simple touch of her simple hand
Tear down these walls please, for me
It's been too long and I'm strung out now
Either come to me or throw me out
Just let me know so I can finally breathe
Jordan Rowan Feb 2016
Someone is dying, I can hear them breathe
The dark isn't final as it sets on me
Nowhere is everywhere, say what you see
Don't **** me, brother, I've got family

There's nothing here, look all around
The sun is dying, it makes no sound
Someone is crying, lost and unfound
Don't **** me, brother, and bury me down

Fighting is over, now we survive
Only the weak are left alive
Smoke rolls away yet the fire has died
Don't **** me, brother, don't even try

Light's on its way but don't hold your breath
You've only got so much left
I'd like to shake the hands of death
And say don't **** me, brother, lay me to rest
Syv Elena Aug 2018
I like to play horror games
Amnesia was the first one I played
The monsters were scary
The envoirement was eerie
But if I'd call the monster Steven
Instead of scared I'd be merry

Steven was such a funny guy
He looked funny
He walked weirdly
Nothing of him would terrify

The only time he'd scare me was when I'd open the door
Sometimes the jumpscare would make me fall to the floor

Many years I have played these games
Even though I was scared, in the end I'd be okay

That was until I stood next to my brother
He was not yet in his grave
This experience was like no other
It crashed on me like a giant wave

I'd never seen him lay so still
It was hard but I wanted to try
Though I knew it could only go downhill
I wanted to touch his hand one last time

I lowered my body and reached out my hand
I was pretty sure he would scare me right then & there
But my brother didnt move, not even a hair

And I realized at that moment how much I wanted that jumpscare
I lost my brother back in February to suicide. Back then I didn't have the words to say what happened when I stood in that room with my best friend. I told her when I lowered my body that I was waiting for a jumpscare I knew would never happen.

It were very tough times.
To be honest, I still can't handle it.
LexiSully Jan 2016
He** is there for you, He will always win, He will help you, He will stop the spin

He is our brother, He is always caring, He will comfort you, His love is always sharing

Though times are dark, and life seems weary, through His never-ending tenderness, we will be cheery.
Tara Sep 2018
Watching the colour drain out of someone’s face,
like ice cubes melting shades out of your coffee.
Branches falling off your favourite tree,
foreshadowing its winter death,
but you pretend you don’t know.

Watching someone you love fall over the same step each time,
like they see a ghost every time they turn left,
so they keep turning left,
And they scream “Why is it always going wrong?”

Watching your brother beat himself black and blue,
like the kids used to do at school,
And now all he recognizes is his beaten back and bleeding knuckles,
but he is so much more than the pain he holds in his hands.

I’ve been watching you break bridges with your voice since I was a child.
I’ve been watching you use fists to communicate since I was a child.
I’ve been watching you self-medicate since I was a child.
I learned from the best,
don’t you see?

Watching you love a woman made me angry,
maybe I knew all along she’d only leave a knife in your back,
after you stabbed her in the front.
At least she saw you coming right?

Watching you break down made me fall apart,
maybe I was hoping I’d become strong,
but watching you suffer felt like being suffocated.
Yet you were the only one suffocating.

Watching you not exist in my life the way you used to took a part of me away.
It’ll never be the same again.
Do you remember all the days we spent doing nothing,
but doing nothing together?
I felt so alive.

I’m watching myself search for you in everyone I meet,
just to get some pieces of you back.
I’m watching myself run away from the person you are,
but I’ve been stuck in quicksand since you left.
I’m watching myself drown as I realize how quickly life changes,
and how quickly it ends.
Morgan Mercury Aug 2013
Pick yourself up and dust off your shoulders
because you're a soldier and have no time to rest.
You can't escape this life because you sold your soul for this
and in the next year, you'll be buried right under your feet, six feet deep.

Will it be your hell?
******* alone surrounded by nothing but chains
for years and years.
Calling out to empty shadows and swallowing dust over these times.

Will it be your heaven?
In the summer of ninety-six
with the night lite up with fireworks on the fourth.
Chasing the sparks because you're a child again.

Pick your feet up and march to the drums of your family.
You promised to always protect your family
and this is all you know to do.
Giving up your life for your brother's
is what you were trained to do.

Your heart is weak but warm.
But you will not be needing it for long.
You find peace in the night
but always keep a candle lit,
to keep an eye on your brother
because he is all there is.

Things can't be rewritten or reversed.
You've just got a confused mind
and acted out of grief.
But you're always able to rewind to the night
a bullet took your brother.

These lifeforms made a deal for you, that they knew you'd take.
They could care less about your feelings.
They could **** without warning,
but you trust them with your brother's life on this one.

So now you stand a man with a deal to die
but it's all worth it because now your brother can live.
Selling your life so he can have his back was the best birthday present
you could give.
Supernatural
Dean Winchester
Crow Oct 2018
there are no mountains to hold up the endless, sometimes troubled sky
no ocean waves drawing our eyes and hearts away to sea
fall’s colors are muted when compared to the vibrant array of the northeast
verdant giants do not tower above forest floors deep in soft years of fallen splendor

on the American plains, natural beauty of such grand scale is reserved
for sunsets, displayed on the firmaments unframed canvas
those of greatest magnificence occur when a cloud deck is lit from below
just as the sun meets the silhouetted horizon in a clear band of sky

the bottom of the clouds becomes an inverted fiery sea
long rolling waves in scorching rows following one on another
whitecaps replaced with blazing plumes of orange, red, and yellow
leaping up from deep purple and violet troughs

I witnessed a sunset of this type tonight as I drove west
words came instantly into my mind “Clouds of Fire”
the voice I heard was not my own internal voice and the words were not mine
my brother’s voice spoke the words, echoing from a similar sunset long ago

behind our home, where I lived out my graceless teen years, was a field
my brother and I would go walking in that enormous open space
through the restless grass as long as our legs, the prairie wind tracing waves
late one fall afternoon we stopped on a hill to watch the sunset

when I was very small my brother often was a stand-in parent for me
our father worked at night and our mother was trying to keep a business going
he was 13 years older than me and he was my idol
my first step was towards him, he taught me to sing, we played with my toys

he made up stories for me which I often concluded were true
by natural talent, he was an artist and drew cartoons for me
his unrealized dream was to be an artist professionally

at one time he and I and the brother between us shared a tiny bedroom
he painted a knight on the wall above each bed, each unique just for us
the house was rented and we weren’t supposed to paint anything
but it made us happy, and it made him happy, so he did it anyway

even when I was older and knew the stories were only stories
he still made them up just to amuse me, and himself
about his dog learning to fly, strange animals in the woods
talking birds and abandoned ruins, and The Book

the story was of how he had found a huge, old book bound in red leather
it was hidden in a hollow tree watched over by an owl
there was no title, it was just The Book
in The Book were all the secrets of the world

we stood on the hill looking at the sunset, wearing heavy coats
against a winter chill which came early that year
he said “Clouds of Fire, they are real you know”
I gave him a look which must have said “sure they are”

gathering all the dignity of his 13 years of adulthood, his beard
outranking my continuing struggle through adolescence
stared at me, sagelike, and with great solemnity said “It’s in The Book”
this phrase became the inarguable way to end any issue between us

sunsets are, by their nature, as ephemeral as rainbows
or clouds, or so many of our memories
or us
my brother died 18 years ago

when someone who is loved so much dies, the grief can crush you
your heart excavated to leave room for the pain to fill in
eventually, with rare exceptions, it does get better though loss remains
we become accustomed to the new world, the one without them

this is not forgetting the ones we love, nor being selfish
it is necessary, otherwise the accumulated weight of misery
gathered in a lifetime of loss would make it impossible for us to continue
no one who loved us would want our future to be so

some memories can defy their nature and become part of us
they cling to us and live as long as we live, so it is now when I think of him
I remember the joy of reunion after being apart, laughter at a joke,
the smile that came just because I was happy to be with him and he was my brother

but sometimes


like when I see clouds of fire

               how I miss him
For my brother
It happened to be a Frontier of deception
cowards in fear with no visual perception
Tender feet blister from the miles they run
Enlightenment was needed, we lost the meaning of fun
Struggle was a word that become a wish in our heads
For what We were going through ripped our courage to shreds
A weeping song vibrated at night
To carry my brother to the never ending light
Forsaken children taken from the ones that they loved
Family's driven through madness, here his life had been shoved
Down a drain where one should take there last breath
So there for Inception was the misconception before my best friends unmeaningful death
Melissa Taylor Dec 2014
Dear big bro,
i wish we was closer..you know.
Your my big brother,
we should have looked
after one another,
but that wasnt the case,
my fault i know.
Im so proud of you and how far
youve come,you know.
I still look up to you.
With all the darkness ive
seen you go through,
you have found the strengh
to fight through it all,
My love and hugs forevor and more.
Written from your little Sis...
Miss ya :) x
I wrote this when i missed and still do miss my big brother as we are not as close as i would like to be. Hope you like.
jcl Mar 16
i am tired of fighting, i am too old, i’ve seen too much

i am throwing down my weapon, i surrender, **** me if you must have blood

i don’t care anymore, i don’t remember what i am fighting for, i just want to go home.

put this war behind me, live to love, not to ****, not to die, for what purpose, for what god.

who will commemorate our battles, and those who have died just yesterday

who will remember our names, aspiration, dreams once we are dead

we are disposable, born to ****, then die, who cares, why care, we served your purpose

we are the pawns, expected to die for the greater good that we can not have

look at your lives, was it worth it, how do you honor Them, those who died, so you can live
raingirlpoet Dec 2014
i saw my brother today
for the first time in years
scrolling through pages of
what i imagine the inside of his mind is like
i caught a glimpse
a flicker
of the life he's been living
social media has let me in to parts of his being
i never imagined i'd see
i stand like an onlooker
a stranger
observing a boy
trapped inside of walls of his own making
i know those walls
i know how miserable it is to die a slow suicide
if he turned around
he'd see me behind bars
we're both ravage animals
but he won't
he's got a life i know nothing of
he's got feelings i know something of
he has no idea i want to know him
i wanted to stay there forever
watching the updates trickle in
watching his life
not mine
i wonder if he ever does the same
i bookmarked the page and hit exit
he'll be here in the screen
i promised him
i'd visit soon
laura Oct 2017
No I'm not jealous, you are
millenial me seeing green with that
type of money, I'd hit the cams
if I didnt look **** in my head at least
for a shot at that kind of money

maybe I should deal drugs instead?
Jason Drury Oct 2014
Sun ached to rise,
above the jagged horizon.
It lit the shadow,
of stone work,
of your craftsmanship.
It stood high,
strong and everlasting.
A stone giant,
held together with assumption.
Assumption of him,
the prince that you seek.
Recently one has followed,
to the top where you lie.
He said the verse,
a promise, an assumption.
He would mend the holes,
patch the sides.
As time rhythmically passes,
the tower would stand,
strong and eager.
Until your assumption,
is not yet reality.
The one that followed,
sometime ago,
has left with the moon.
As your eye tears,
the tower leans,
crumbles.
The salty liquid,
corrodes your assumption,
that is often set in stone.
I watch from afar,
knowing the outcome.
I tread among the emotion,
overflowing and scattered around.
As your kin, your brother,
I help to pick up the pieces.
Chris Saitta Jun 9
Brother, our young summers held us in a long chain like the phalanx of bronzed soldiers forward flung,
And the lion was skinned and hung out to dry like the sunned-fur of the beach at Marathon.
Brother, help me to dream again.

Brother, our yellowed days shook us like serried Hoplites of an atomic age,
Shoulder to shoulder, friction rubbed, all ranks split from the fissioned-flanks.
Brother, help me to dream again.

Storm-footed Titans of heat, dust, and irradiated wind pry from a ruptured Tartarus,
The flanks are an open pulse; the scorch-song thirsts for its sea-cooling to stone.
Brother, the lion lives that wears your skull around its mane.

Brother, dream of me again, of Persian arrows and lances,
And my fallen eyes instead of yours pouring in
With a sea of lavender water and mists
And summers of once-were.
For a slide video of this and other poems, please check out my Instagram page at chrissaitta or my Tumblr page at Chris-Saitta.
I know you are suffering
with your life threatening disease
but I will tend to you forever
as my brother I do love you


It makes me cry sometimes
to see you in so much discomfort
but I will shield you and protect you
and if I have to. heal you


You are my blood brother
but we are not the same
life's I do live
I can always regain

But you are a part of me
and I truly love thee
so I will protect you
using all of my resources

You are the last of my human family
as I do out live all
so happy birthday sweet brother
from this lord of the lost and fools



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Mohamed Nasir Jun 2018
My brother, you quietly succumbed to death.
Why do you defeat yourself I implore?
For cruel injustice had done by poor health
To rob of good of life you may explore.
Despite our vigil you went just the same.
In times of great wonders still suffered,
With scientific breakthroughs, and what a shame.
What possible way death can be differed?
Sleep in peace in tranquility brother;
Oh, leave this world to us, to concern, to think.
Some lives toiled for many, some no other,
Some only lives on merriment and drink.
Here laid he in soil of red burial earth,
And free of cares and rest for all it's worth.
My brother passed away about a month ago. May Allah be pleased with him for his duration stay on this Earth. May his prayers and good deeds be rewarded in the hereafter.
Anka Mar 14
Your heart isn't in your feet, but your feet affect your heart.
Morgan Mercury Nov 2013
And right before your eyes I'm dying
and breaking,
falling to pieces.
You try to pick them up but they turn to dust in your hands.
You find yourself gripping your hair and turning to tears
not quite sure you're fully letting this sink in.
You've been in this hospital chair for so many years
but you never thought that one day it'll actually come to an end.
This is the last time you find yourself here
This is the last time you'll hear me say your name.

I'm you're little brother, not a soldier.
I wasn't built for a life on the line.
I did what you told me and I'm drained out.
You regret it
I know, you told me so many times over.
But that doesn't fix it,
It won't make me better this time.

I'm lying here, breathless.
And I want you to know
That I'm okay with letting go.
I'll finally get to rest
After all these years.

Tell me what you have to say
and I'll carry it to my grave
to think of all the time.
You'll still be my brother
even when I'll be on the other side,
and you're left here to create fresh tracks
on your own without someone as your guide.
Dean and Sam Winchester
Supernatural
Morgan Mercury Apr 2014
Let the earth
turn to dust,
and leave all life
left to rust.
If you're not here
I don't wanna live alone.
So set fire to all there is
so I can join you,
up wherever you are.
Still, I cannot see.
I'm just a wondering blind man
since you left.
You were my sight
and now all the light is gone,
the moon and stars are all drained out.
I've been walking the same path
searching for a sign
someday I'd hope to find.
So draw me a map to where I'll find you.
A straight line that I can follow.
My bones ache
and I wish I couldn't feel a thing.
I'm losing breath, but I'm almost there.
But for now, I'm just wondering.
I'm a blind man,
so please pull me from the dark.
Be my guide.
Be my feet and eyes.
Lead me to you,
so when I finally make it up there
you'll find me and I won't have to be alone.
2014
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