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I am not you and you are not me
Something we can all plainly see
You try to hard and I do not
You sometimes give things thought
My language is usually not the best
Yours is always the clean version of my guess
Mom would give you money once you ask for it
You secretly know your moms favorite
I know that I always end up screwing up
you always get the glass and i get the leaky cup
I don't hate you brother i just get the lesser end
i get your hand-me-downs and the second grin
I love you brother you've taught me so damn much
You taught me to ride a bike and to never trust,
the people who you will never know
but now were older your love you never show
remember when we were small we would always play together
When i was little i thought those days would last forever
But now i guess your way to old and its just a pity
youve just plain changed since we got in the city
I wish I could tell you just how much I love you
But now you'd find it innapropriate and untrue
You never let me talk around you no more
And all I can say is what for
I guess now that you have a car your little sis doesn't fit
And the smoke you've been inhaling changes it
And you tell mom every sin that i have ever done
You tell me all yours but i cant confess one
You don't even get me a birthday present anymore
And I don't know how much more i can indure
So brother, coming from your little sis
please come back and we can settle this
I love you bro.. i want my big brother back


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The following comments are for "I just miss my brother"
by Maestroe


After reading this I have have just read all of the work you have posted, I have no idea how I have missed it in the past!

I notice in one of you replies that you say you are 13... I am 59 an I certainly do not have the ability to express my feelings and emmotions as powerfully has you do. You have had to grow up quickly and suffered many trauma's and the fact you can discuss them openly means that you will be a survivor.

My natural daughter, amongst ther things sufferd from epilepsy and we also spent many years fostering. Never have I seen somebody so young who writing screams out that you have a true hold on reality.

I have sufered from depresion and you are right, prescribed drugs only mask the symptons and prevent you from being the real you and dealing with the problem.

We too have lost somebody very close to us and it is a pain you never learn to live with.

You have every right to feel the way you do, I don't give a toss about your grammar and as Claire said in one of her comments it adds to the power of your work.

You are a fine writer and I feel that you should never give this up...

Why do I feel that you are going to end up eventually using all your experience and heartache eventually in supporting others?

I can read it in your words,


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: November 29, 2004 )

Now that I've read a few more of your works, I too am much impressed by your writing. Forgive me if I seemed condescending when I questioned spelling. Your thoughts are powerful and meaningful. Glad I found your work.

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: December 27, 2004 )

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