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The Unknown Aug 2014
This is what's meant by faith
This is what I believe
I do not need the pictures
because my heart will never leave
It hurts to look away
The kingdom of my love
My siblings here give off the smell
of rain that falls from above
Another poem about cacti :)
AllAtOnce Aug 2014
What I want
  vs
What he needs
(excuses excuses)
But he's little
And I need to act my age
He needs it
(He gets it)
Why can't I throw a fit?
Things I need:
Horseback riding-for challenge
Marital arts-for release
Therapy or something
Bleed, bleed, bleed,
Things I have:
Poetry
This pen
And the feeling of being second best
Sarah Michelle Aug 2014
Fratellino's rock collection
turned into flower petals.
      Madre has a portrait of him
putting them in his hair, turning into Sorellina instead.
Fratellino-- Italian word for "little brother". Sorellina means "little sister". Madre is "mother".
Attenuare--Italian; "to soften".
elizabeth Jul 2014
When you're sixteen
Alone, angry, and depressed
I hope you'll remember tonight
How we played outside in the cold summer air
Searching for little lights to catch in our hands
Only to let go again

I hope you'll chase lightening bugs
For the rest of your life
I hope you see the places they hide
And cry when you are told not to go there
I hope you always find the little lights
That others swat away
I hope you let the little lights go
Because you know they will come back again

When you're sixteen
Upset, terrified, and confused
I hope my hugs will still dry the tears
That everyone else has created
I hope you will still search for me
When everything is falling apart

You are my lightening bug,
My little light in the dark
That I refuse to catch for too long
Hollow Jul 2014
It was silent as Chelsea crept into the room
There I lay, nestled to sleep with a teddy bear
The moonlight on my back, soothing light
She awoke me violently, shaking me ashen
And my eyes widened in terror at her face

It didn't take long for her to find something
A tool to suit the job, my punishment
I was a bad sister, always was I wrong
So she found a pair of shoes, my shoes
And I braced for the nightly beating

But Chelsea had something else in mind
As she removed the lace from one of them
She gripped an end in each hand, staring
And she moved on top of me, saying;
"I hate you, stupid attention *****"

She placed the string over my throat
And she pressed down very hard, frowning
I felt my airway constrict, and I struggled
She put her knees on my elbows in anger
And my begging made her push harder

As I began to see gray, I remember a tear
But not the many that I released, I know
Because I felt it patter onto my dying face
And I sputtered and arched my back, hoping
And Chelsea only pressed harder, murderous

As I drifted out of consciousness, I heard
My brothers voice, sweet brother Damien
And he slapped Chelsea and pulled her off
As I curled up and breathed delicious air
And he caressed my face, and hugged me

That night acted as a catalyst for hatred
And within myself I bred a monster
But I suppose I cannot give credit for
My mistakes, to the true genesis of pain
I just haven't found anything else to blame
Myself?
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Kenzie Fraz Jul 2014
Once a little sister
having all the
attention
having a big brother
always having him teach
her how to be
the best at everything
always having someone to look up to

Now a big sister
taking the backseat
teaching her little sister
that life happens
when you least expect it

She misses being the baby
she misses her big brother
she misses her role model

She has to be the strong one now

She has to be the role model now.
The universal therapy
a common, household medicine
crafted by collaborations of talents
and celebrated by siblings far
in distance, near in heart and mind.

If ever a religion existed
which all would embrace,
a movement to seize the fires
and conjoin hands
to spread and span,

If winds had a literal way to speak
to our simple minds,
if anything could drown us faster
than the rising expanse
of miles upon oceans
and make irrelevant
the laws of land, gravity and life...
Very much a work in progress.
Mariah May 2014
i cannot seem to forget
that sentence.
it burned into my brain like a
cigarette,
left a wound inside me that does not seem to heal.
eyes opened as the
blistering
syllables seeped out through broken sobs
reducing me to nothing but ash.
when she spoke those
seething words,
it must have been like
acid
scaling up the sides of her throat and diving off the tip of her tongue.
it must have
seared
her skin,
scarred
the sanctity of her sanity.
tears swelled in her eyes,
spilled over,
filled mine.
i held her as she sobbed the way a newborn would;
the realization hit,
festered, and boiled
inside me.
her other half is gone.
there's no retrieving the
fragments
of his soul,
no joining his with hers.
no amount of love can fix her.
no amount of love can make her whole.
no matter what i do,
i cannot fill the
void
she's condemned to live with.
"my mom's twin brother passed away."
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