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I feel so useless,
I can't be there
To hold you, console you.
I try to hug you
to hold you close,
but you're not there.
I try to cheer you
with horrible jokes,
but they don't last long.
I try to know you
through a lifeless computer,
but it can't show emotion.
I try to comfort you
as a friend in need,
but all I have are words.
I try to love you
as I would my own family,
though I've never seen you.
Whatever may happen,
however hard it may be,
know that I'm here.
Even when you're alone,
when no one else cares,
I'm there always.
And whenever things go wrong
I'll do what little for you I can
through my useless words.
For there are only three words
I can think of, to describe
How I think of you.
My little sister.
I can't be there
To hold you, console you.
I try to hug you
to hold you close,
but you're not there.
I try to cheer you
with horrible jokes,
but they don't last long.
I try to know you
through a lifeless computer,
but it can't show emotion.
I try to comfort you
as a friend in need,
but all I have are words.
I try to love you
as I would my own family,
though I've never seen you.
Whatever may happen,
however hard it may be,
know that I'm here.
Even when you're alone,
when no one else cares,
I'm there always.
And whenever things go wrong
I'll do what little for you I can
through my useless words.
For there are only three words
I can think of, to describe
How I think of you.
My little sister.
Literature
whisper
your voice shivers through
me like breezes shaking
time-worn boughs
(and I cannot
resist that
ancient call)
slide your whispers
along skin, let them
sink deep as bone
breathe my name,
a fervent, sighing
psalm
and I will lift my
face to your sun and
unfurl my limbs
singing like new leaves
dancing in the
warm winds
of spring
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The Ballroom Eulogy
She dances in abandoned ballrooms decorated with dusty chandeliers and cobwebbed draperies. Ancient hotel floorboards creak music as she sweeps over them, creating designs in the dirt. Her arms paint pictures in the lukewarm air as her lips form words
songs without melodies.
Writing ballads through the night, she extends her legs and her dreams into the hope that one day someone might ask her name. She haunts the grand staircases and walks down faded red carpet, her eyes alight with stardom that she may never obtain.
Crystal baubles hang from cracked chandeliers and specks of shine glow through the layers of dust and soot that has gat
Literature
Water
I lap at your feet, welcoming you into my depths.
Seducing your toes to step closer, wade further
Its a cool day, and I offer warmth and comfort
Begging you to swim, even though you know
I know
That danger lurks with me
I entice your senses,
A si
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I wrote this for a friend who seemed to be going through some tough times, and I felt bad because all I could do was say things to try and help. That friend knows who she is, and I'm sure she's probably going to be one of the first people to read this.
It's not the greatest I've ever wrote, but I like the way it turned out. I wrote from the heart, didn't give it a lot of thought as far as form and flow and whatnot, though I did try to stick to a slight pattern. I may want it to be pure feeling, but I still want it to look nice.
I hope you all like it, but specifically I hope my "little sister" does.
It's not the greatest I've ever wrote, but I like the way it turned out. I wrote from the heart, didn't give it a lot of thought as far as form and flow and whatnot, though I did try to stick to a slight pattern. I may want it to be pure feeling, but I still want it to look nice.
I hope you all like it, but specifically I hope my "little sister" does.
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Very pretty!
And deep. lol :]
And deep. lol :]