Popular Poems for and About Sisters
#sister
She Speaks
in warm metaphors
from the heart for it's
what she knows
a way to survive
she's a true fighter
exposing her soul
the agony of her past
shamelessly despite her
fears and insecurities
yet do not ever let
her softness fool you
she is fiercely protective
of the ones she loves
razor sharp in her
smart observance
sensually seductive
in her erotic ink
as she breathes
new life into her fire
worn-out & weary
taking us with her
our precious...
from the heart for it's
what she knows
a way to survive
she's a true fighter
exposing her soul
the agony of her past
shamelessly despite her
fears and insecurities
yet do not ever let
her softness fool you
she is fiercely protective
of the ones she loves
razor sharp in her
smart observance
sensually seductive
in her erotic ink
as she breathes
new life into her fire
worn-out & weary
taking us with her
our precious...
#gratitude
#love
#sister
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light cannot be restrained
watch how she moves
so graceful...
despite the pain
& it's a constant
always trying to force her into submission
yet she maintains her composure
knocking at each door
making sure voices are heard
then uncapping her own bottle
pouring ink in equal measure
her playful nature...
...& her agony
into concoctions & lyrical cocktails
alternating honesty with entertaining
wholly relatable
as we laugh at her word play
& lose coherent speech
when she bares herself
despite fear & awkward...
so graceful...
despite the pain
& it's a constant
always trying to force her into submission
yet she maintains her composure
knocking at each door
making sure voices are heard
then uncapping her own bottle
pouring ink in equal measure
her playful nature...
...& her agony
into concoctions & lyrical cocktails
alternating honesty with entertaining
wholly relatable
as we laugh at her word play
& lose coherent speech
when she bares herself
despite fear & awkward...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#honesty
#sister
#TruthOfLife
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Glass Adults
My childhood
My sisters
My menagerie
Consumed
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We grow up
Relationally developed
Our needs
Valid
Yet
We base
Our value
On performance
Our self-worth
Pushed to the side
Conditioned to please
Our compass
Lost
Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown
Glass adults
On the verge
Of shattering
Daily
My sisters
My menagerie
Consumed
————————-
We grow up
Relationally developed
Our needs
Valid
Yet
We base
Our value
On performance
Our self-worth
Pushed to the side
Conditioned to please
Our compass
Lost
Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown
Glass adults
On the verge
Of shattering
Daily
#aging
#childhood
#disability
#PTSD
#sister
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little sister mine
I'm struck by the juxtaposition
between the darkness haunting you
and the flood of light
radiating from your smile
I think it's why you were designed
brightening an all too often shadowy world
with the brilliance
of your inner being
it breaks my heart...this existence
so badly beating your burnished shine
battering the sheer intensity
of your glow
I feel much blessed
being a recipient
of such a precious gift
perhaps the glory of its beauty
might have been sorely undervalued
without the...
between the darkness haunting you
and the flood of light
radiating from your smile
I think it's why you were designed
brightening an all too often shadowy world
with the brilliance
of your inner being
it breaks my heart...this existence
so badly beating your burnished shine
battering the sheer intensity
of your glow
I feel much blessed
being a recipient
of such a precious gift
perhaps the glory of its beauty
might have been sorely undervalued
without the...
#gratitude
#love
#sister #strength
#sister #strength
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The Seamstress
We used to make potions
her and I
The tub would swell with bubbles
Emptied the shampoo bottles
and our cauldron overflowed
Now she mixes dirt with water
in a little plastic cap
and then sews it into blood embroidery
Sallow lace, scabbing eyelets
I ask if it hurts
If I could follow pains gradient
to back before she became a seamstress
and we were two little witches
stirring pink magic in our tub
she makes one more eyelet in her hand
it is a gaping mouth that speaks in her place
It tells me that one day all I will...
her and I
The tub would swell with bubbles
Emptied the shampoo bottles
and our cauldron overflowed
Now she mixes dirt with water
in a little plastic cap
and then sews it into blood embroidery
Sallow lace, scabbing eyelets
I ask if it hurts
If I could follow pains gradient
to back before she became a seamstress
and we were two little witches
stirring pink magic in our tub
she makes one more eyelet in her hand
it is a gaping mouth that speaks in her place
It tells me that one day all I will...
#addiction
#dark
#family
#heroin
#sister
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