Almost all my poems are angst so if you are not in the mood to be depressed, then I would advise against reading my poems.

Disclaimer- I don't own any of the TMNT.

Thinking of You-

Sometimes site here alone with nothing to do

And I find my self thinking of you.

You and all your complexities,

Why do you have to be so still?

You pushed us out of your life until the very end,

Damned it hurt like nothing you could ever comprehend!

I don't know why and I guess I never will,

Why you did this, I still ponder as I sit upon this here window sill.

You were my brother,

And I loved you like no other

But yet you had to go out and do this

And because of that you are the one that I will always miss.

I allow a soft sigh to escape my lips

Right before I take some sips.

Sensei says it's not healthy to stay up so late,

But I do it any ways, thinking only to keep an open gate.

I keep hoping that one day that you will just walk right through that door

And we would not have to say anything more,

For you would be here and everything would be all right.

Never again would you leave my sight!

I know I am in denial, that is what they all say,

But truth be told brother, I don't know if I'm ready to let you go on this gloomy day.

Sigh . . .

It's raining, you use to love the sound of rain,

When it hit the roof top of this old farm.

You said, in a way, I kept you sane.

We use to make jokes of that, your sanity,

But now I'm beginning to understand.

It's truly soothing to the mind

And it brings me one step closer to understanding your complex mind.

Why this comes too late, trying to get closer to you,

It does not rely mater now,

You are gone forever and it is all because of you know who.

I smile because I can here your voice, oh so loud and clear,

You would have yelled at me until you were blue, if only you were here.

All right, I will except that it was not my fault,

That you chose your actions because that was all you knew.

Saving lives was what you use to do.

Our family meant more to you than you ever said,

But it kills me inside because now your dead.

I do not think we ever spoke the untold word,

Afraid that someone would come across and said that they heard.

I am telling you now, I know it is too late,

That your gone and now I hate . . .

I regret not ever saying this to you dear brother, even if you would never take this to heart,

But I think this will be a good start.

Love, I love you dear brother as do we all,

I just wished that you weren't a lifeless doll.

We all miss you, we rely do,

And I hope you are still watching over us

Especially you know who.