come my brothers
come out and play as brothers do
lets run
chase me
kick the footy
wrestle
fight the neighbors
together we’ll own this street
me ... my madness ... and my brothers at my back
brothers?
guys?
where did you go?
why me?
why did I live … flawed … but alive
and you
so small
so unfair
oh how my life would have changed
and why do you sneer in my dreams
what could I do
I was only a baby myself
we cant go on like this
its too crowded in here
its time to go
I’ll miss you … but I will always love you
What did you think
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hey your not so bad yourself.
I enjoy simplicity..so I dont struggle with what the author has to say
so for example shakespear can not ding my dong...never has neve will
this is an extreme comparsson...but so what you get the point..
as for his I loved it for it tells me someting ..I love the way you used your words..but it sad..........Is it really about losing a brogher..with writng its hard to tell....if somethins is true or not...I pray there is no blame on your part..or anything that has to do with guilt...I love the word sneer...in a dream that would be scary..........great work really .keep writing my friend.....
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thanks Laura
everything i write is factual with poetic license added,ha ha.....my brothers died as new borns due to genetic defects so no guilt involved but it would have been so cool to wrestle with someone other than myself, lmao......for as long as i can remember i've had a recurring dream,a young boy just stands and sneers at me,freaks me out.....if you ever watched a movie "Flatliners" the first scenes with Keifer Sutherland and the boy (insert scary music here) lol
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I love this...I mean my friend..I really really really love this....its ahrd to comment for I feel it so...bravo
T
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sincere and genuine thanks
to a sincere and genuine lady......thank you
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