It's already been a month.
I am stuck in one place,
yet they march forward.
They are so content
to keep marching forward.
I can't figure out how
it's only been a month, and
I can't march. Can't speak.
I can't find it in me to move forward.
I can't march. Can't speak.
it's only been a month, and
I can't figure out how.
to keep marching forward.
they are so content
yet they march forward.
I am stuck in one place,
It's already been a month.
Soft sun that I can't feel,
Tell me that this isn't real.
Wind whipping at the ends of my hair,
But it doesn't linger there--
No, it doesn't linger there.
I could walk down the same streets, could
Play songs you like on repeat,
But it doesn't linger there--
No, it doesn't linger there.
Metallic and violent, blood on my tongue,
Am I immature, or am I just young?
These things I do, my day-to-day,
Nothing makes it go away.
I carry it with me, heavy like a burden,
Leaning hard against the railing,
Folding in,
I'm folding in,
Wishing I would have lingered in the doorway;
Maybe I wouldn't miss you so much that way.
Standing one foot in, the other out,
I don't even remember what we talked about.
Heavy like a weight,
I can't set you down in this state,
Deformed and misshapen,
Because I didn't linger there--
No, I didn't linger there.
In the course of the events of man,
a boy grown old could never understand.
There was no more light, no more curl
in the events of an insect and a girl -
the boy, now gone, and the tot he couldn't save -
events, a boy, light, a girl, gone.
inspired by "After Watching 'The Grave of the Fireflies'" , the poem, in double quotes by the author of this poem, the film, italicized, in single quotes, directed by Isao Takahata
In the course of the events of man,
a boy grown old could never understand.
There was no more light, no more curl
in the events of an insect and a girl -
the boy, now gone, and the tot he couldn't save,
forgotten like a lonely firefly grave.
Self absorbance is fckn funny
lemme ask you...
"When'd you get so special, hunny?"
THE USED
Everyones so high and mighty...
...i'm just high...
wondering where everyone
got these pedestals from
Hook it up bro----
Can I get one too?
I wanna think I'm better than everyone
just like you
Twisting my mind just
to understand you
probably the dumbest thing
i could possibly do
Unaccept the facts
Wish time would just turn back
Then i wouldnt give a fck bout you
I'd d have my roll dog by my side
he was the ONLY one that was the truth
He didn't wanna be the man,
he just was
First real friend..
actually BROTHER that loved me
Js because
Family from the min we met
Someone I knew I'd never be abe to forget
When I lost him I died a little inside
So thinking you'd actually be down
i feel like a fckng as*hle
hoping that you would still be around
That's the fckng truth
Henry Cross said to the frozen Herman
"Why didn't you go to Claire's?"
I like Cross mentioned Jenny's
Why didn't Timothy just go there?
From one brother to another
"Later bro" and "so long"
Parting ways like Alyosha and Ivan in
"The Brothers Karamazov"*
Every memory every lesson
We learned along the way
For most of our lives we were kept apart
By the choices that we made
I don't know what it's like in Heaven
They'll welcome you there, I would expect
And until we meet again
Beyond the blue where I now reflect
You've felt the love of our mother's womb - sleeping to the lullabies of our father.
Oh big brother, how cruel has fate been to deny me the pleasure of meeting you.
I exist because you didn't, therefore, I promise to live the life you couldn't.
You were the baby with wildflower eyes,
he was the storm who softened around you.
Others saw grit in his walk, fire in his voice—
but you, you saw through.
You knew the boy who slept with a hammer,
the one who’d guard your name like gold.
He never said much about feelings or fear,
but you knew the stories his silence told.
He was rough hands, loud laughs,
calloused from life and too many wrong roads.
But you, sweet Shawna, held tight to the light
in places where even he didn’t go.
You loved him through mess, through mistakes and the mud,
through the nights prison was his home.
You still love him now—just quieter, deeper,
in the marrow, the soul, the bone.
When your girls ask about him one quiet day,
you’ll smile and say, “He was real, and he tried.
He had the heart of a lion and the laugh of a boy—
and he lived life his own way.”
So, when you miss him, don’t hold it in,
don’t hide the ache in your chest.
Let it bloom, let it burn, let it remind you—
you loved him the way a sister loves best.
Angola Silence (Renku)
In a silent mood
Await the pure white horses
To draw the carriage
Someday comes my turn
Laid amidst the other graves
Angola will reign
Carry a brother
Dispense final dignity
In this place of pain
all you ever needed was to be felt seen.
you hid yourself from this nasty world,
you moulded a side of you that hid your secrets perfectly.
my best friend don’t be afraid,
you carried me into this world when i was made,
our roles changes and i layed you down to leave this land.
you have been blessed with the gift of freedom now and i have been burdened with this relentless void,
don’t worry for me i understand.
as the dust gathers in the spaces you used to fill,
i will look there and see your silhouette still.
we always weazed and fought for our breath out of laughter when we were together,
you took your last breath without me and parted like a feather.
those empty nights when i miss you most,
id turn off the lights and talk to your ghost.
i wont ever forget our special bond,
i miss it everyday,
i can feel it when i visit you in the place you lay.
i like to remember when your name would pop up in my notifications on my phone,
now when i see your name it is carved in stone.
”A Twin in Heaven”
Exactly 12 days short
of two weeks, and
thoughts of losing
you fails to escape me.
Debating if perhaps-
all the while,
a test solely for me?!
A test-
proving if my strength
can not emerge
to weak?!
A test-
to leave behind
the visual effects
of your flesh that night
in hopes it no longer
torments me?!
Or…
A test-
to see who’s reaching
the Pearly Gates first…
you or me?!
Sigh…(Crying)
Well twin—41 years,
2 months and 12 days…
you finally surpassed me.
My only request…
is for you to save a spot in line for me.
INK-U-SCRIPT
Pace, G
April 4, 2025
two brothers hailed from the old country
from Donnybrook
one more like an engineer
the other like a cook
they specialized in pancakes
the best, you can't deny
Sean made them taste like heaven
Finn stacked them high
supplies came from all around
in wagons and in trucks
Sean whipped up the batter
and ol' Finn he constructs
with eggs from every chicken
and milk from every cow
maple syrup miracles
from the oats that they did grow
when these flapjack masters
grew old and had to die
they made a stack of hotcakes
and they climbed it to the sky
kids, each time you eat griddle cakes
you should be like me
stack 'em high
and think of Sean and Finn McGee
You are a brother
And a son, special gifts
For you are known, shown
You are a child
And a man sang "Kumbaya"
"Come by here, O' Lord"
As if to forecast
His love to a family
You held together
In its time of need
Things amazing this poet
If you did know it
You a gift from God
As only He could style
As He opens wide
His arms you greet Him
with your smile, His chile
Be free now Billy
In quiet nights I feel the space
Where laughter danced now leaves a trace.
Your smile a light that used to shine
A bond so strong forever mine.
Though time has passed and you are gone
In every heart your spirit’s drawn.
I search for you in whispered sighs
In dreams that weave through starry skies.
You may not share my blood or name
But love remains it feels the same.
In every tear in every prayer
I hold you close I know you’re there.
A picture hung upon the parlour wall
Of a brother I'd never met at all
Tony was the eldest child in the nest
Loved, cherished, by parents truly blessed.
Sadly Tony had lived for just four years
His passing left enormous grief and tears
Though I'm one of five sisters, ever dear
How I wish that my brother was still here.
We’d visit the grave often on Sundays
Where sweet smelling flowers each sister laid
We all said prayers asking the Holy One
To gently care for our brother and son.
Now Tony’s sitting on my parlour wall
And my sisters, so that I can recall
The memories we made along life's way
Though none of Tony, so sorry to say.
I often wonder how life would have been
If my brother had remained on the scene.
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