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Dad and Mum share the love that I envy so much,
Nothing separates them because God purposed their partnership,
My brothers;
They're best friends who are yet to tap into their deep friendship,
They never run out of conversations,
Their disses keep me awake!
My sisters;
They're to die for,
Wrapped in innocence and filled with love,
There's always brightness with them around,
Never a dull moment.
Then me,
I'm just the girl blessed with all the love and drama and care I need in a family.
envydean Apr 2016
The hood of the impala
Still warm from driving
Miles and miles
Of endless road
Stopped at the side
Of the dirt track road
Sky purple
An oncoming storm
On the horizon
The brothers sit out
Basking in the last warmth
Backs resting against the windshield
A rare chance of calm
No blood
No gore
No monster
No worries
Just ordinary brothers
On a road trip from hell
Written for @humblesam on Tumblr :) She requested a poem about the Winchester Brothers :)
Elioinai Apr 2016
In our weakness
we become
Such limp and weeping fools
Until by our confessions
the poisons leave our lips
and
Strength is whispered to our throats
by our brother worms
energy is thus created
In the span betwixt
Man and Man
I do not refer to traditional Catholic confession, but the verbal sharing of struggles and encouragement between equals
the same past
the same colors
the same principles
the same qualities ...
but this was true until yesterday
today two parallel roads
we quarreled .. do you remember?
always seeking  each other
consolation
of my overnight  anxieties
warm embrace of my tears ..
you
because of my tears !
puppies like cats and dogs ...
a real pain ..
but always present
the one for the other !
this is true even now ...
so close ...
but so far ..
I miss you ...
but life is this ...
changes and different  roads ...
but the heart doesn’t change ...
love doesn’t change ...
we are brothers ..
this doesn’t change !
Echoes Of A Mind Apr 2016
There's two brothers
So similar
But also very different
Let me tell you
A bit about them...

One's like the day
With blonde hair
And blue eyes
He brightens up the room
Whenever he smiles...

The other is like the night
His hair is colored blue
Just like his eyes
And then have a mysterious aura
That reminds me of the moonlight...

The child of day
Makes friends
Wherever he is
While the child of night
Hides in the shadows
Observing his fellow people...

The child of day
Is always kind
And would never deny
To help a person in need...

The child of night
Is also kind
But refuses to help
If he doesn't think
That he can do it...

The child of day
Always follows the rules
Since he wants to keep everything
Just as it is...

But the child of night
Is disobedient
He breaks the rules
Whenever he can..

The child of night
Doesn't want everything to stay
As it is
He wishes for a change
And he'll fight for it..

The child of day can't understand
His lunatic brother's wish
So he fight against him
With everything he can...

The child of night
Now feels betrayed
'Cause he thought that his brother
Would understand
That he was lonely observing people
Since he didn't have the courage
To speak to them in their sleep...

The child of day
Grows a heart of stone
He think that his brother
Wants to destroy the world
And nothing
Can prove him wrong...

But the child of night
Refuse to back down
He answers sunbeams
With shooting stars
He attacks with nightmares
But the child of day
Let's the sunlight
Chase all the nightmares away...

So it continues
And even today
You can still feel
When one of the brothers
Is attacking...

'Cause when the child of night
Fires an attack
Then the child of day
Have to move back
But after 12 hours
He'll come back
Now it's his turn
To throw an attack...
I just wanted to try something new... So I made some kind of fairy-tale XD
Written: 26. March Published: 28. April
Two arch rivals
One game
One match
One god
One king
And that's Sachin and Dhoni!!

And one victory!!

Of course, rejoice!!

But is that real??
Ask yourself after you're done with your celebrations!!

Two arch rivals,
Endless friction
Sleepless borders,
Thousands dead
Thousands injured,

Yet no clear solution!!

Victory is not in a days match!!
Victory lies in years fight!!

Heroes are not those who hits boundaries!!
Heroes are those who guard our boundaries!!

Happiness lasts for a day in the game
With a promise of peaceful future lies the fame!!

Losing to the rivals is no shame!!
Losing to the terrorists, who would take the blame??

Think
And
Reap a good thought today!!
Spike Harper Mar 2016
There was no warning.
No explanation.
Just an empty room.
Yet laughter could still be heard within.
Somehow it brought more pain.
A sting for every shard.
Thousands of needles.
lacerating the insides like a beehive had just imploded.
Each and every one hid a memory.
A slow acting poison.
Paralyzing...
Ongoing.
Days passed and no answer still..
Fear ransacked my mind.
While my body barely held together

The cold steel in my hand.
Gave no reassurance as it once had.
I was surrounded.
Encased in a metaphor.
Yet this one seemed to breathe.
My family needed me.
The one that raised me.
The one that killed me.
The one that buried me.
And so back at the very threshold I pledged to so long ago.
My brothers.
Many of which gave the only thing that they had left.
On that night.
They stood there.
Shoulder to shoulder.
A thunderous night it was.
For blood was not the only thing washed away.
But an existence all together.
A life.
A Debt.
Now paid.
Julie Grenness Mar 2016
To my brothers in Faith,
This is what I'd like to say,
If our paths should cross one day,
Thanks to each of one of you,
For all the wonders that you do.
How to express my gratitude?
Pray for blessings for each of you,
Our gifts to share is what to do,
To my brothers in my humble faith,
As our guiding Lord does sayeth......
This is what I'd like to say,
If our paths should cross one day,
Thanks to each of you today.
For our humble community of faith. Feedback welcome.
AJ Feb 2016
On your way out
Do not pout
Nay slow not tarry ye heathen
I've known long of your thievin.
Betrayed I was
By a boy of round eyes and peach fuzz.

Taken my prizes were
By a child with a leopard's purr.
Twas in night much as this
That his presence I did miss.
For gone was he
Out the window did he flee

The scoundrel, rapscallion, fool,
For Twas beneath the window, a frozen pool.
Through the ice did he go
And a scream did he throw.

Fore drowning did he
That one what stole from me.
My brother and I have been exchanging silly poems and this was one I came up with that I rather liked
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