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Best Poems Written by Katelyn Roussell

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My Brother

Too young,
Too soon.
Gone.
Just the other day you were laughing with me,
Just the other day you hugged me.
Just the other day you said “I’ll be home soon!”.
You were just a hop, skip, and a jump across the pond.
You were gonna come home the way you left,
by plane.
They sent you to that war over in the middle east.
You weren't even supposed to be gone for very long.
You were gonna come home,
“Just a short time.” you said,
“Just a quick trip.”.
Just the other day you sent me videos,
To check in on Mom and Dad and our little sister.
You asked if I were on my best behavior and what was happening at home.
Just the other night you told me to have sweet dreams and that’d you’d be home soon.
Just the other day you were laughing,
Just the other day you were smiling,
Just the other day you were talking,
Just the other day you hugged me goodbye,
Just the other day you were warm…
And your heart was beating.
Just the other day you were supposed to come home,
Just the other day there was a knock at the door,
but it wasn't you.
We all rushed to hug and kiss and see you again.
But it wasn't you.
Another soldier,
In his dress uniform.
A solemn look on his face,
A folded flag in his hands.
Mom started to cry,
Dad,
Was in shock.
Our poor sister didn't understand and asked where you were.
I had come to realize what was going on.
You were supposed to come home.
Not this poor man,
Burdened with this news.
You were supposed to come home,
The way you left.
They gave us your things,
The backpack still had half a bottle of your favorite soda,
Still left inside.
When I pulled it out,
The full force of reality hit me.
Tears streamed down my face as I hugged that bottle to my chest crying “NO!” over and over.
I cried out “Why?!? Why’d you take my brother!” to some unknown outer force,
But there was no response.
So I was forced to sit there as my sobs broke the silence and my tears plummeted to the ground.
I held onto that bottle of half gone soda like my life depended on it.
Because it was yours,
And it was your favorite,
And now… you are gone.
You were supposed to come home the way you left,
Smiling,
Laughing,
Heart beating.
Not in a box,
Not cold,
Not with your eyes closed forever,
And most definitely not dead.
Just the other day you were here,
With me,
Alive.
But now I wear black,
and more tears stream silently down my cheeks,
as you’re lowered down,
in that box,
beneath the earth.
You were supposed to come home,
But now you’re just gone.

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What Happened

As you ended our video call,
You suited up,
Helmet,
Armor,
Gun.
Just another day in that god forsaken place,
As soon as you stepped off the plane it felt like being in an oven.
But hey,
What did you expect.
The boys and you all load up into the Humvee and take off with the rest of the Caravan.
Just another day.
Just another day…
There wasn’t supposed to be an explosion.
There weren’t supposed to be screams.
There wasn’t supposed to be any blood shed.
It was supposed to be just another day.
But all of that did happen.
And you were taken away from me and Mom and Dad and our little sister,
In an instant.
You were supposed to come home.
We were supposed to celebrate your birthday together,
Our sister baked you a cake for when you came home.
But… now you can’t,
And you won’t,
Ever again.
Because you’re gone.
And you can’t ever come back.
But know that we love you,
Know that I love you,
Know that I loved you, My Brother.
Most Importantly know that we miss you,
every waking moment.
Because you’re gone,
And we’ll never see you again.
Did I tell you Mom and Dad still pay your phone bill?
They pay,
So that we can hear your voice on your voicemail recording when we miss you.
I call,
Everynight.

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Tulips

There she was across the room
With lips like tulips in full bloom
Her love was what I wanted to borrow.
Her face was smirked and at me she spat
‘I don’t fancy men who are fat!’
Never had I encountered a heart so hollow.

But I kept watch of her throughout the ball
Watched as she flaunted herself through the halls
I watched as she turned down man after man
Each of them looking so very distraught
By god what manners has this maiden been taught!
But little did she know of my plan.

A maiden as she should be taught a thing or two
About how she should act and what not to do.
But tis not my plan at all
A woman such as she should be kept home
Watching her speak to men is like watching a dog devour a bone.
This maiden here, is making me feel rather appalled.

She accepted their drinks few and plenty
When all of a sudden one became twenty.
She made my life as easy as could be.
She stumble out in a drunken stupor
After so many drinks, she was a trooper.
Oh, she made this so simple for me.

As a gentleman I went to help her per-say,
Loving that everything was going my way.
Little did this wretch know she’d be walking to her doom.
She didn't even realize we were walking through the cemetery,
Instead of to her house where she housed her small canary.
Ah, her lips like tulips in full bloom.

‘I don’t fancy men who are fat!’
My god who raised this intolerable brat?
That doesn't matter, this will all be over soon.
We stopped in front of the six foot hole
A quick shove and down she fell, that disgusting troll.
Even from up here I see Tulips in full bloom.

As I began to simply fill it in
What spread across my face was a ghastly and sinful grin.
I filled the hole to the top.
I proceeded to pack the dirt down
From foot to crown.
I looked around the graveyard and my eyes came to a stop.

Here I planted flowers of many colors
Where in the spring the bees hover.
And when I walk by I smell the lovely fumes
So when I visit there is something to see
And I can sit in the shade of a nearby tree.
Only I know the meaning of those tulips when they’re in full bloom.

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Mama

Mom.
Hey Mom.
Did I tell you I love you?
Well, I do.
Daddy loved you too.
I miss him too Mom.
But this man,
Is not Daddy
And can never replace him.
I know your're lonely,
But Mama he hurts you.
How can you love someone that hurts you?
You cover your bruises with long sleeves and makeup.
You smile in public even though you cry at home.
He comes home from the bar,
And all he does is yell at you.
All he does is yell
And then he hits you,
For no reason.
Mama why do you stay?
Mama your lip,
It's bleeding again.
Come on Mama,
Let's go home.
Our real home,
Where we lived with Daddy.
Him?
He'll never find us there,
Daddy will protect us.
Come on Mama,
WE're gonna go home.

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This Is Hell

Down,
I keep falling down.
No one can help me,
No one could possibly know,
The pain and sadness I feel
98% of the time.
Why do I feel like this?
Can someone please explain?
Because I’m sitting here all alone wondering,
Why?
Why when surrounded by loved ones do I feel so alone,
Why do I want to be with people but be left alone at the same time,
Why do I feel so sad no matter what I’m doing,
Why is happiness only temporary,
Why does happiness only lasts a few microscopic seconds,
Why I’m being pulled to the bottom of an ocean by this crushing weight called depression.
“Why are you sad now?”
“It’ll pass.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“Get over it.”
“It’s just depression.”
JUST DEPRESSION?!?
GET OVER IT!?!
Tell me! When this will pass,
Tell me! How the hell I’ll be fine,
YOU TELL ME! Why I’m sad! Because I don’t even know why!
TELL ME WHEN THIS WILL ALL BE OVER!
Because I feel worthless all the time!
Because this thing you call depression,
Is ****ed up.
No one should ever feel this way every day,
all day,
Every god damn second.
Because this thing you call depression is wrong.
This thing you call depression hurts.
Sure there’s pills you can take,
But they only dull the pain and the sadness and the loneliness and the feeling of “Why even bother?”.
But you know what?
It’s still all there.
Step into my shoes,
My mind,
My soul,
Just for a day.
You’ll see what it’s like for me,
You’ll feel my sadness.
You’ll feel alone like I do even though there’s people all around you.
You’ll understand my fear of speaking in class, out loud.
You’ll fear being rejected.
You will understand why.
But you can’t.
And you won’t.
So don’t tell me to get over it,
Don’t TELL me it’s just depression.
Because I know very well what this is,
This is Hell and I have no choice but to live in it.