Siblings fight.
Siblings argue.
Siblings hit.
Yet they always forgive.
But..... what if the sibling was cold?
What if the sibling was cruel?
What if the sibling treated wewe like scum?
What if the sibling was heartless?
What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?
What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?
What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?
What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?
What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?
What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?
What if the sibling made wewe cry, and then refused to apologize?
What if the sibling hurt wewe like a kisu in the heart?
What if the sibling made wewe nearly burst into sadness every time wewe see them?
What if the sibling caused wewe to think why bother living?
A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.
It is a monster.
A terrible, ignorant monster.
Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
Siblings argue.
Siblings hit.
Yet they always forgive.
But..... what if the sibling was cold?
What if the sibling was cruel?
What if the sibling treated wewe like scum?
What if the sibling was heartless?
What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?
What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?
What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?
What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?
What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?
What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?
What if the sibling made wewe cry, and then refused to apologize?
What if the sibling hurt wewe like a kisu in the heart?
What if the sibling made wewe nearly burst into sadness every time wewe see them?
What if the sibling caused wewe to think why bother living?
A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.
It is a monster.
A terrible, ignorant monster.
Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants wewe to do something,
au be something
That sometimes wewe don’t want to be?
They are those!
wewe know them!
wewe probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect wewe to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
wewe don’t want to take.
They are those who expect wewe to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
wewe prefer to be small and humble.
But do wewe think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since wewe were born,
Came up with a path for wewe in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Sitting right where wewe are
wewe have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
wewe are nothing to me
No matter how wewe try
What do wewe care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
wewe don't know me
No matter how wewe try
Why are wewe here?
wewe know I don't want you
I told wewe to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
wewe can't mold me
No matter how wewe try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved kwa any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind au fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
au accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will wewe take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop imba of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even kwa taking one step forward,
kwa placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
wewe will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved kwa any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind au fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
au accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will wewe take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop imba of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even kwa taking one step forward,
kwa placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
wewe will realize the cage has already been broken.