• what has our world come to
    nothing can be called normal
    this time and this place cant be held
    we must act but not of use of fear and violence
    its christmas and along comes new years
    yet we still shed the hearts of those in need
    in such time why do we use fear as our weapon of choice

    i tell you brother your tone wont hurt me
    rather my emotions and affection towards you
    brothers and sisters have bonds even stronger than those who are wed
    and yet im sitting here in my room hoping you understand
    understand what you do is wrong and so you still try to control
    control those who are weaker than you
    once you went through a hard breakdown
    i remembered all the torture
    all the pain
    all the tears
    and all the blood that was caused by your fist

    my heart called out to me and said
    let him be, he has showed you that he doesnt want you
    but something deeper inside my heart
    something called an emotion
    that emotion called out in a hard whisper...

    Love

    i tried to ignore it as much as i can
    then the hard whisper turned into a calling
    Peace!
    suddenly my body moved to him and just sat next to him
    "what did i do to deserve you as my brother from hell"
    before he answered i say
    "your my bro from hell but your an angel in my heart still"
    he had nothing to say

    i knew that when i said that
    Peace wouldnt last long
    that moment
    that place
    that time
    made our brotherly love grow
    it grew higher and taller than we will ever see it go

    our Respect for each other is like walking in the winter snow
    we dont think about what our legs are going to do next
    we are thinking of something else
    "whats going to happen today?"
    goes through our heads
    "will we fight? will we argue?"
    "will there finally be a day we can consider normal?"
    "when can we just be brothers and not enemies in a cage locked up abroad"



    its 1:28 a.m here
    my mom said turn off the comp when it was 12:30
    yet i stayed awake thinking about what i should write
    my brother ever finds out about this
    i shall never live again
    our respect is shown in manners we cannot explain
    its something i cannot gain or give to him


    out of poem:now its 1:35 am and my moms pissed better get to bed or i really wont be able to live again eek xp