Sister Anxiety Poems

Love what is love ,tell me tell me the truth
    Love is truth isn't it

   tell me what this is...

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My Maria, I feel you here with me
My Maria you were more than a friend yet I gain 
A sister I know longer have here,

My...

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(Lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates Judy Garland, center stage. She wears a faded housecoat, her eyes holding a lifetime of stories. She speaks directly...

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Begins with Hyundai's my stalker fatal attraction 
rushing in front of our disabled vehicle then rams break 
hard causing us to panic my spouse and...

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Just because an impetus arose...

to repost poem
(I chanced to locate
amidst plethora of poems on hard drive
of Macbook Pro)
written more'n a half decade ago
before yours truly...

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Slipping
Sliding...... 

Sliding
Slipping

Down this slippery slope
I'm going fast, real fast
Can someone do me a solid and send me a rope? 
I know I'm good for one
There's...

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You’re making me wait
“just two more weeks,” 
but already the wait’s
crossed half a year.
“A few more weeks, 
no difference,”you say,
and it’s true, but you see,
in...

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Brown haired,
Brown eyed,
My sister,
No-one ever stared,
What started it?
It started with food coloring,
On the end of your hair,
The clothes that where tight fit,
Then you changed high...

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It's day one.
But not really, because its actually been two years
And my Body is starting to eat itself 
As each year passes, another part of...

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People who are special.

We…

Are people who have a younger sibling.

My sister…

Who I watched and cheered graciously, because she is my best friend.

Or at least, she...

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My sister; my confident, my best friend. This loneliness experiences no end. This anxiety and broken heart searches for a calm that never comes. You...

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This is the bomb! Wait until you 
Here  you will read hear about the 
Tick of tock of tick the clock is 
Gone lawn...

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Wake up and face the reality,
You are guilty of failing the children in the society.
We are not free to run or play,
Bullets and abuse we...

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My father is a fisherman, 
always making sure that the bow and the stern are tied. 
"The anchor should not rest on the sandy sea...

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Darkness is all I see,
I look into the light, but darkness prevails.
And from the darkness, comes pain,
An old friend from the past.
Pain is all that...

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