Some wars are fought for honour,
and some for wealth and greed.
But the guilt that man does carry,
will make his heart bleed.
Some hearts are full of hatred,
and some just seek revenge,
but the ones blood related,
have vowed to avenge.
Some wars are fought for saints,
and some for a one and zeros.
if killed,
you are a martyr,
if not,
you are a hero.
Wars do bring destruction,
and shatter people’s lives.
In blood the price is paid,
For just a pack of lies.
In a white living room I was
surrounded
by rivers of affection
streams red with a foreign kind of
love
they entangled and paired
and connections were
perceivable
among gazes and words
dressed
in silver and pink I was there
and yet
somehow omitted as friends are
sometimes
when the blood-related gather
I was counting the words like
lazy raindrops
or sheep when I fall asleep getting
lost in the numbers I stopped
while
a few shy words stumbled out
of my mouth
awkwardly positioned I smiled a few
times
and found my space in the corner of
a couch
while the lilies of affection kept booming
Miss Nails married Mr. Hands
And their marriage is a
“Yes we can- can”
He’s a go-getter and she is too
They’re a power couple
Who have paid their dues
It’s so nice to see a couple who
Understands “Through thick and thin”
Because the payoff entails great dividends
Mrs. Hands is a friend of mine as well
Ooops, that’s an understatement hell
She’s my BFF and sister too
We’re not blood related
Sometimes that’s misconstrued
Because love conquers all
And on the double we’ll be there
If either one of us call
By months, He's younger than her
Don't know which one brighter
All I know they became together
Building a love relationship so tender
She is my eldest blood related sister
I hope she knows, we love her
But since she knows him by a quiver
She wished he'll leave her never
On the fourteenth of this December
On the aisle, they will slowly walk
No second thoughts; no fever
For they are once two now one in tact..
By: olive_eloi
6:19pm
12/13/2014
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you've been there all along
to teach me right from wrong
you taught me how to love again
i write this for my sister to show i love you
leading me through the roughest times
in which you took my hand
to lift me out of my deepest rut
happiness hidden beneath these rhymes
to say i love you is an understatement
for i feel so much more
i dream that we'd be blood related
till then i will wait on the chair remaining on the porch
creaking underneath my feet
listening to the wind
past times scream endless cries
for tears still running from my eyes
distance is our separation
let your beauty shine through out a darkened nation
for you've been there all along
and made my broke heart mend strong.
Sharing parents,
Incredible friends,
Blood related,
Love oriented,
If away from home,
Nostalgic for them,
Grown up together,
Soul mates for ever.
A thread of significance tied on the wrist.
Offerings of a special bond between blood related beings.
A departure walk to another place seeking something significant.
I always knew I was a spirit moving on untying everything across the sea.
The tired old cotton thread, which I thought had broken.
A flamed up house turned to remote emptiness.
I was waving at my body which was intact lying on the ground.
The wait of so many years there on the wooden balcony.
In search of the number you forgot to give me.
My eyes were closed up pointing to a place out of reach.
Those soft hands of mine holding those beads intact.
I tried to search for my soul I found it a million miles away.
I despaired from the inner feeling as I realized where I had gone.
(This poem is about life)
Some people say that you’re not family if you’re not
“blood” related
But with today’s society what good does that do?
I say that family doesn’t depend on that red sticky substance that runs through you’re
veins
it’s what’s in you heart, how you feel inside
I only have one “real” brother, we share the same father
but the way I look at it I have two brothers and two sister
I would never trade any of them for the world,
even though they almost always get on my nerves
none of us “share” the same blood
but it doesn’t matter to any of us
all of this step-sister, step-brother, half-brother junk is just a bunch of bull-honkey
in my opinion all of my step-brother and sisters and MY family
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