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Flesh and Blood


Author: babytinkerbelle
ASL Info:    26/f/aus
Elite Ratio:    5.25 - 310 /209 /42
Words: 56
Class/Type: Poetry /Angry
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Just something I wrote quickly after the events of last night. I've been thinking about it for the majority of today and I just needed to get something out, probably not my best work but I just needed to get out my anger


Flesh and Blood



How can you call yourself
My flesh and blood
When you have no respect for me
You call me names
And hurt me deep
Those wounds will never heal
You’re my baby brother
I shall stand beside you till the end
But until you learn to show some respect
The ties are severely damaged




Submitted on 2006-01-05 18:16:29     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This is a good write. We all have reasons on why we write poetry, and this is one of them. To allow us to get out some of the emotions that we have nothing else to do with. When these kinds of feelings get bottled up inside, it just isnt healthy. So, we turn to our writing and express ourselves through our writes in one way or another. This one is definitely an angry one and for good reason. I am an only child, and I have always been happy that I am an only child for this very reason! No fighting and headaches to deal with from siblings. But there are times when I wish I had a brother or a sister to turn to as well so there is good and bad in everything I suppose. He sounds like he is just being a guy. I think eventually he hopefully will grow up and you will end up having a wonderful relationship. Until then...keep writing...haha! Take care.

Lorna
| Posted on 2006-01-31 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ]
  This one is once again a deep and personal write from you
I am sure you realise just how important it is to get those thoughts out
and it is even better when we put them into word
I enjoyed this
I hope and pray your brother sees just how beautiful and lind hearted of a person you are
God Bless
Ron
| Posted on 2006-01-06 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
  you really could do alot with this. Expand on it, make it not have "I" in it. It's a good topic, but try and work on it before posting it. But then again, its just my view on it...

jackie
| Posted on 2006-01-06 00:00:00 | by crucify me | [ Reply to This ]
  lol how true this is to me, i know how you feel expecially scince it is a lil brother that dosn't show respect. my lil bro is only ten and has ADHD he tends to be a pervert when my friends come around and dosn't show any control over his actions. he already says he hates me and says i wish you were dead, just because i punish him for acting out with me being the only guy in the house i kinda have to be the one to punish him. anyway i'm rambling, all i can realy say about this poem is that i can relate nd that it's kinda like a book for others to read even though it is short it is still good, thx for the read,

brandon
| Posted on 2006-01-06 00:00:00 | by disturbedx1000 | [ Reply to This ]
  I felt something snap in me when i read this. I dont exactly know what it is, but, it reminded me of this last chrsitmas day. as soon as i reached the brother area of the poem, i just started crying. My older brother and i got into a...let's call it a "fight" for now. I had a bit of a confrontation with myself on christmas (not unusual for me), because once again, christmas had been a comercialized buying and selling frenzy, and also once again, i had become so engulfed in the frenzy i forgot what it was about. well, i had been fighting with myself, since before December even, about buying presents for people or not. i decided i would be adamant this year and not buy anything. The 26th i was to go to texas to visit my grandparents, and i asked my brother if he would let me disconnect my ps2 (for he was playing it) so i could take it to my grandparents' the next day. he said no and i accepted it. i went upstairs, talked to my mother for a bit, and "naturally" my dad assumes i was [censored] about it. i stated that i was having a conversation with my mother and he threw me to the floor, and then dragged me to my room. i yelled i was going to call child services if he didn't stop hitting me and my brother came in and yelled "ILL GIVE YOU A REASON TO CALL CHILD SERVICES!". at the end of the day my brother had not apologized,although i had to him,but my dad had.i haven't been able to fully forgive my brother still, but somehow that helped.i can only find one real problem with the poem, and it just distracts the flow a little. the word some seems to offset the poem a bit. nothing else really comes to mind at the moment.
| Posted on 2006-01-05 00:00:00 | by mysticwarloc | [ Reply to This ]


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