Sewn

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Why am I so ashamed of this

While I sit here and realize it's

What keeps me sewn together?

"Dear Brother"- A Poem

Dear Brother,

I sit here and wonder what life will be like

When we’re adults.

Will you remember that time?

That time when I stuffed confetti down your pants on Easter

And you cried

Because Mom wouldn’t let you get revenge?

Will you remember that while you watch your kids

Have a water balloon fight in your backyard?

Will you remember that time?

That time when I screamed at you

Because you weren’t washing the dishes fast enough

And that you should just let me do it, because I do it better anyways?

Will you remember that while you’re scrubbing a plate in your sink,

And your wife is telling you you’re using the wrong sponge?

Will you remember that time?

That time when I played Legos with you and we built a clubhouse

With a tiny balcony/dance floor

And when Dad came home he didn’t care to look at it?

Will you remember that when you help your son

Build a cabin with his Lincoln Logs?

I just wanted to make sure,

Because maybe you’ll be too busy,

Or stressed.

Or maybe you’ll just sincerely forget.

The happy memories

Slipping away down the river of your mind.

I hope not.

Please,

I hope they stay.

Alone

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An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

~Henry Miller

Ballad Assignment

English Poetry Assignment:

"Write a ballad. It has to have repetition and it also has to be based on true events. It can be tragic/sad/violent/dramatic or inspirational."

RESULT:

That Horrible Monster: A Ballad 

That horrible monster with the name I can’t pronounce

That ate him

Swallowed him whole

That horrible monster that took it’s time

No rush, no hurry

Slow and steady got the job done

That horrible monster that loves to bring pain

Pain, that not only him, but everyone else felt

But didn’t show it

That horrible monster that left a hole in people’s hearts

A void which can’t be filled

That never goes away

That horrible monster that took him

It didn’t leave a note, an apology letter

Just enough of an enigma to keep you wondering, but angry

That horrible monster that just keeps fighting

It never gets along with anyone

And it never will give up.

(Well, in the end it sort of ended up becoming a poem thing, like all of my writing turns out. But... It fits the requirements and it's pretty emotional to me so I guess that's all that matters.)