21. Brothers
My brother, my friend, flesh of eternal flesh.
I hold you tightly in my mind.
Our need of life is without words.
We say little to one another but are so alike.
My brother, my friend, flesh of eternal flesh.
I hold you tightly in my mind.
Our need of life is without words.
We say little to one another but are so alike.
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We struggle to have meaning
in this world, which we all know.
We try, but yet we wonder
where we all should go.
Poetry is life, it gives hope to the hopeless and stimulates courage.
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Famous Poem
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful,

A mirror never lies. It shows what is what exactly. Just as Plath writes: "I am silver and exact". The truth of our mortality is what we keep on negating and the speaker too finds it hard to...
I know you're there.
Lurking in the darkness of the night,
Cowering in the shadows, avoiding the light,
Crouched behind the curtain or hid beneath the bed,
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the vanity,
blindfolded me from every reality.
Thank you, Eric. Yes, fear usually keeps us away from our desires. It makes us doubt our own ability, and we spend our whole life thinking that we are not good enough, but the moment we...
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The rhythmic sound wakes me
From a deep, peaceful sleep
What could it be?
you run in fear
you walk in fear
you hide in fear
you show in fear
This poem reminded me of how I used to be. My case is not that bad but it was really heavy on me. It took many years to recover.
When you see your friend again, please tell her there is...
his belt hung on the wall,
in the backroom where he victimized me;
as mom tried to stop it
the door slammed shut, click,
At first his knocks were timid
but his intentions were depraved.
I felt my darkest fears arising
as he grew more angry and half-crazed.
I am so, so sorry to hear of your recent trauma. Goodness life can be really tough at times, but you of all people don't deserve this. You bring so much pleasure to others with your...
When we are born into this wondrous life,
We hope for one that is peaceful, clear of all strife,
But from the first day, the very first day,
We never know of the price we must pay,
Oh yes, to live all alone and wonder each day, when will it end and what price must we pay... Another of your poems for me to relate to. Very best wishes, Ann.