He walked in the halls of our home as if he owned the place, leaving multiple traces of love and anger - blowing each and everyone of us away. His almond brown eyes spoke more than his mouth ever could, swiping the tides away with a stomp on our tile floor. Captivated, I let family astound me just once more.
Dear Brother,
Your smiles were just as transparent as the windows next to a solid shelf. You paid charges with blood and promises with skin, we were bound together stich by stitch, defined by kins. You fell from a tree half of my own, and despite the differences, our fingers became like strings. We developed knots for holding hands - and nothing could drive us apart. You became the support for a croak that escaped my lips. I saw myself as dirt, yet you saw me as the soil - the many needs of humanity's survival.
Dear Brother,
You barely dared say three words that could kill a man for good. "I love you's" were nothing compared to idolized truths. Actions spoke more than words, always pulling the suicidal card when I knew you were scared. You couldn't bare to hear my faint trails of weeps and wails. Yet our string-like fingers continued to twist in knots - inseperable by kin; by blood - by love. We were once, don't try to shun the truth like slamming a door shut. Like catching your mother or father during a fall, don't let them down - like no one ever should. . .
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Breathe [Collection of Short Stories/Spoken Word]
PoetryCONTENT MAY BE TRIGGERING. Few short stories (and spoken word poetry) about the daily struggle for millions of people around the world. Whether or not you are aware of these problems, one many, unfeasibly cannot fit in our shoes. They know the probl...
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