I wrote this really fast. I usually don't read this sort of "stanza writing", but I decided to try it out! I wanted to make it a choppy and short little thing, and here it is! I actually didn't plan a rhyme scheme or meter, but it ended up having a (kinda) subtle rhyming.


The Picture.

Is a picture.

Is a memory

That I hold close to my heart.

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The Brother

That I do not remember

That I have not seen-

Except in my mind.

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The Man

That I imagine he has grown to be

Graceful and elegant

I imagine him to be

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The Love

I have for this man

This brother

My brother and me.

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His Smile

That he did not show

To anyone

But me.

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The Blood

That he shed

To become that man

They call "The Prodigy"

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The Father

Who loved

But loved him

More than me.

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The Mother

Who loved

Who loved unconditionally

Who loved with all her heart my brother and me.

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The Brother

That I have not seen

That poked my forehead

And carried me.

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The Picture

He is carrying me

He is smiling

Who- in my mind- I see.

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The Picture

Is a picture

Is a memory

That I hold close to my heart-

Me and my brother.

My brother and me.


Tell me what you think!

Love you all!