My Brother

Well today was a very special day by my standards so i think I'm going to skip it all and just let you have some poetry. hahahah

Creative Rights

What makes me think I have the right
to put words on a page
About death and Sorrow
Oppression or Poverty
When I myself have not
experienced the world at large
My rural town is not a real world
But a paradise of fairies and small town business
I'm not from Harlem or La
I'm not a victim of Oppression
I've never lost someone close to me
All i have is a healthy body
a clear conscious
an adaptable brain
memories of joy
and a pen
So don't you ask me again
to write about
things I don't know





Under Pressure
Wriggling and Wrangling
Under the weight of the world
Stares from all directions focus on you
the stress makes you blood bubble and boil
within the veins
The stomach you've acquired is in
no way Healthy
Could you dye?
remember the key is taking it one moment
at a time
searching for the elusive relief
things racing though your mind
"Action heroes always succeed"
you think to your self
and so will you
This too shall pass?


Jamie
You are unknown to me
A Shadow lurking in front of me eyes
a mysterious fighter providing a beam of light
to guide me
A model in more ways then you can understand
Your attitude towards the world
Your confidence in what you love
Your independence from the actions around you
have all taught me how to survive
and not just survive but thrive
though the tyranny of confusion
that rules over so many of my age
I see so many walking around
dispalying WWJD
My faith is not in jesus
but in Jamie
What would Jamie of
You are the definition of what I want out of life
and the sad thing is you don't know it
and you never will
becuase i'll never tell



ok so they are really rough but what ever. just a thought. i wonder what lines im going to end up turning in, because i don't really like any yet. haha