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kristina Feb 2016
When I look at you
I see myself.
Like I’m staring at my own reflection.
When you speak,
I hear my voice.
Like it was taped to be heard.
When you dance,
I see my own movements.
Like it was rehearsed from the beginning.
The difference;
When you talk,
People listen.
When I smile,
People go away.
We are the same
In almost every angle.
But different
In any aspect possible.
i'm about to pass this poem to my professor  and i'm not quite sure if it's any good though. lol. it's kinda related to rainbow rowell's fangirl. just so it's clear, i have no twin.
Richa Govil Feb 2016
I just don’t wish this day to end
that left me smiling every second
Her magical touch infused a life in the lifeless
Its like being reborn from ashes
Her soothing voice did melt the pain away
and there seemed to be no reason for dismay
Her glittering eyes lit up the darkest night
as if from darkest tunnel to the brightest star, i took the flight
The aura of her angelic presence
Added to life the sweetest essence
The horror phase of nightmares now seem to end
& crying all night doesn’t seem to be in trend
The demons I faced are still the same
There was nothing she could do to change the game
But the magical way she held me tight
got me all the energy to continue the fight
Its the way she infused within me, a life
That made me wish to come out alive
when I weep you are my shoulder to lean on
when I ache you take the pains away
when I'm lonely you keep me company
when I'm cold you keep me warm
when I'm sad, you lift my spirits
when I frown, you make me smile

I'm thankful for a sister like you
you do things so many others cannot do
but most of all
when I feel all else fails
you are there
to say
''I  love you''
dedicated to  Lorie with much love
SøułSurvivør Jan 2016
twin
moons
we
revolve
around
the
same
Sun

bright
stars
neither
s­inner
nor
fully
sainted
as
death
has
not
reached
its
gnarled
claw­
toward
us
yet

but
sisters
we
are
fully

and
we
LOVE

OH!
how
we­

LOVE!

not
as
the
world
loves

much
more
than
a
groping
of
fl­esh

but
of

WORDS


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis

to my sister-poets on this site
Christian
or
NOT
I know I wrote that I wasn't going to post
for a while. But this was bursting from me!
Richa Govil Jan 2016
As I see the moments pass
I wish nothing but for them to last
A moment more of laughter
and the naughty looks thereafter
A moment more of pretentious fight
Accepting the defeat with pride
A moment more of comforting silence
Understanding through a single glance
A moment more of admiration
Awestruck on your every creation
A moment more of some real talk
Easy access to key for all my locks
A moment more of refreshing smile
Mending my heart, Oh so fragile
A moment more, a moment more..
Wishing there was some more in store
Time slipping out like a wild wave
Washing away the sand castle that i did lay
I crush a little inside
Wishing i could stop the tide
But holding memories close to my heart
Smallest one right from the start
Watching you walk towards your dream
My contentment reached to a level extreme..
When all you want is let some moments last but all u could do is helplessly watch them fly away… in bits and pieces… taking away a part of you forever..
Julie Grenness Jan 2016
What can I say about my sisters?
Are they a thorn in my side, like blisters?
Or my oldest friends, indeed,
Always mentors in time of need,
The family ties that bind,
Ever ready to say' never mind,'
We look alike, but think apart,
Oldest friends from times gone past,
'Older ladies', we've ripened,
Can't buy sisters with a stipend,
Are sisters thorns in my side, like blisters?
No, you cannot buy my sisters!
A reflection on the sorority.
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