I've wanted to write a poem about you for some time.
You, amazing, funny, intelligent
outgoing and accepting
( honorary) brother you are.
The only person to ever tell me
"This is a safe place,
as long as you don't tell me you rape kittens and leave their
bodies in rivers".
The person with whom
I wrote probably the oddest
story that will never be finished.
(It involved a giant monster falling in love with a girl Read more »
Why can't you just stop
Those little white pills you pop
You've been in an out
So many times I can't count
I never got to know you
Our distance has always been true
But today could have been a day
To wash your sins away
You have a family to attend
Bonds to amend
But you can't keep out of the cabinet
And we're just not haven' it
I want to give up
Not think of you over a cup
I have a big heart though
It'll never let you go
I'm always coming back
A fool for that fact
You're lucky bro
To have me you know
I'll see you when you get out
In your ear I'll shout
Kick you in the ass
To keep you on our greener grass
It wasn’t anything outstanding, none of the great flashes or sudden bursts we’ve been taught to expect from moments like this. Such things enter our collective consciousness not to illustrate any kind of norm but by virtue of their sheer rarity. Much as I prayed to, I never did wake up some morning with my mind suddenly firm and my heart clean and empty. No trumpeting epiphanies, no flame of wisdom from on high. These past months I’ve settled myself to tiny victories. Read more »
Blocks of thick grey
suspended in mid-roll by entangling
vines and reams of moss, &
the clearing burst in cloudshafts.
The spring rippled the sand of the river
and we picked our way along the stones
sending flattened crusts of snow
into the icy swirls.
Along tree roots and evergreen limbs, we climbed
back along the ridge, pulling each other up.
It was wonderful to not argue,
to return home laughing and falling over each other Read more »
You just came upstairs and told me there was a mouse in the basement, that you wanted a cup to try to catch it.
Big sister rolled her big sister eyes.
Big sister said, “Jackson, you aren't going to catch a mouse with a cup. Scare it away and we'll tell mom to buy traps.”
Little brother went back downstairs. Read more »
A quaint phenomena overcomes me,
Eliciting a longing within
It is me myself and I
I am going to tell the story of me losing my book! I was reading my book when it was bedtime. i put my book on the counter. when I woke up, it wasn't there. I couldn't find it. So the first thing I thought was that my brother took it. I went to ask him. he said he didn't take it. So I was wondering, who took my book? Then I was thinking it was a monster! So I went to turn around and I found a monster chomping! I thought he ate it. He did! So I said, "Oh, no!"
is a little bit of you,
as told in numbers. Read more »
I love the color and shapes of Fall. i remember when me and my brother, Josh, used to jump in the colorful leaves of many shapes and sizes. I was four and my brother was six. It would be so fun to jump in the leaves. Then we would rake them up. My favorite season is Fall. I can't believe how many colors there are!I don't know why, but Fall is so great.
What really makes me angry is when I ask my brother Jacob if I could play his XBOX 360 and my other brother Blake says “he was going to ask if he could play the XBOX 360.” He starts to pout and says there’s nothing to do. So many times this happens I scream “Shut Up!”
He shuts up after a few minutes. Then I’m happy when he stops saying there’s nothing to do. I feel excluded from this situation because when I ask to play something Blake tries to ask first. I get very upset and feel like I am being left out. My brother Blake always wants to play all the games first before me.
I can sense
his eyes somewhere
He better not be lost, I told him not to do that dare
I can't see anything, the foggy air is too dense
I am walking in the marshland
trying to persuade him to come out
for he has run off to pout
There! I see a little hand
But as the events reveal
I see it is only litter
with the weak sun making it glitter
Why did you choose his life to steal?
I want to shout, scream
The light seems to grow
reflecting off of the invisible snow
Why do you have to be so mean?
I squeeze my eyes shut, block my ears
I'm sorry I tread wrong
my heart starts to sing a sorrowful song
I can hear him weeping tears
All I want is my brother
I will never have another
But with a flash of light, I become transparent
and something soon becomes apparent
I would continue
my eternal search
And my brother never knew
But now I'm trapped on earth
in my eternal search
The maze of metal and wire makes sense to him,
and he can read them like a map as he pries open the lid of some
His hands deftly explore the ridges of a computer chip
or swim in the vast sea of undulating wires.
His countenance takes on that glassy look of concentration,
the same concentration that he chooses not
to apply in school.
He could be something great someday,
an engineer, a sculptor, a designer,
but only if those all important
have a change of heart.
His future depends on them.
When I was 11 years old I had a massive crush on my older brothers best friend, Michael. I remember every time he came over I would get so excited, he was always at the house on weekends. Then one night, I over heard my brother talking with him on the phone about him coming over to watch a horror film. I begged and begged to watch it with them until my brother gave in and agreed to let me join them. Once the movie was started I asked then if I could get them anything ( soda pop, popcorn, etc.) So I scurried off into the kitchen all excited because 10 seconds ago I made short conversation with the “ boy of my dreams”. As I was walking out I over heard my brother telling Michael how I was “annoying him all afternoon” to watch the movie with them. Michael just laughed. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even show my face. I remember running off into my mom's room crying. After that I never came around my brother when Michael was over, I was way too embarrassed.
I was trying to get to point B
when let my hand drop to my side,
and two rings fell off
my thinning fingers.
The sound of metal hitting wood
sent me scurrying across the floor
to find them;
my face was inches away from the ground,
and my stomach was scooting me along
as I skimmed my palms, searching.
I was desperate,
collecting dust on my clothing,
and writhing on the ground.
And by the time I found the
rings under my sock basket,
I could conclude a few things:
First, that if my hip bones
make a thud when I lie on the ground,
and rings are falling off
my fingers, I should start eating more.
Second, if I am able to wiggle
on the floor after I find
what I am looking for,
I should start trying to find
my brain as well.
And lastly, I need to vacuum.
Going on 7 years
You are still my entire life
You are something to
Why You left
For a horrible year and a half
my 9 year old self knew
We all knew
But pretended to hope
and how would that help?
When the prayers
And chemo didn’t
I was only nine, my sister 7, my brother 5
But you left
I admire my twenty – three year old brother Nate because he is in college and he is majoring in philosophy. Some day I would like to be in college and graduate also. He is a really good skier. It’s really cool snowboarding with him. He is so fast it’s hard to keep up. Read more »
Golden lion doesn’t yet know
What is to become of him.
Brother sits across.
Weary and dull.
Sirens faintly heard through their ears.
But lion doesn’t comprehend.
Nor does golden lion run.
But they’re here.
And golden lion’s cries
Cannot be helped.
And then on.
These two once like brothers,
Pacing golden lion.
Caged. Read more »