Writing

I scream at the top of my lungs, overcome with annoyance. I lift a flipper, and shove my brother splash into the icy water. Serves him right. That greedy guy would do anything for the last silverfish.

There is so much poetry about oranges

And it makes sense

Because they are perfect for sharing

Because the act of peeling an orange

Some things are just instinct

like when I just ran to you

as soon as I saw you

and hugged you for -

oh yeah -

the first time

very very platonic of course

you're my big brother.

Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart

it's like a platonic ballad

it's like you are playing

through first loves

and forbidden loves

and grass in the summer

and crunchy chips

Everyday I fight a hidden fight.

you wouldn't know it.

I hide it,

At school, 

In class

at any moment I could breakdown in a fit of tears 

of pain

anger

because I have hearing loss.

Thus blows a wind,

Sharp as sand,

Cold as ice,

Hard as stone.

Thus blows a wind,

Softer than sheep,

Warm as the sun,

Smooth as slate.