What had happened

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The other bed was empty,
So I kept the lights on
And waited long.

My mom cursed a storm.

I wanted to write that workday
but couldn’t.
I couldn’t.

what had happened
that the other bed was empty?

my mom was a tiger to us,
back in the past.
even after the cops cut her claws,
my mom was still a tiger to us.

what had happened
that the other bed was empty
and that I couldn’t sleep?

Months passed.

Then he responded.
My little brother responded.
and he told me what had happened
On the day that he ran away from home.

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“O’ brother! if a shepherd came,
Kissed you on your forehead,
With a message to smite my cheek,
Would you?”

“I wouldn’t want to.”

“Would you?”

“If a shepherd did that to you,
Then do not hold back, Alexsei.”

“Would you, William?”

“You know what you’re asking of me,
Right bro?”

“So you would!”

“No, no. I probably wouldn’t.”

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Lizard teeth,
a pint-sized nose,
Here comes my eternal rival.

Got a paraprofessional job
With the Department of Education,
When I dreamt of teaching.

Made a lot of friends
And even lived with them,
But I got bullied.

The only family member
    Who can make me smile.

I can’t laugh too wildly,
Without him.

The only local man
Who I can call "little,"
Without getting punched.

Here he comes,
That punk

My forever friend.

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I wrote these poems in less than or around 30 minutes, so they are very very bad. I obviously made a lot of mistakes when writing them. for instance, a section of this poem should have been reworded like this:

"He got a paraprofessional job
With the Department of Education,
When I dreamt of teaching.

He made a lot of friends
And even lived with them,
But I got bullied."

If you’re reading this, and you’re the ghost of William Wordsworth, then literally kill me right now.

I think this is the last brotherhood poem that I will be writing for a long time. I rather dedicate my time to writing poems about romance. romance, unlike brotherhood, is something that I don’t have but can dream of.

and no, I won’t be sharing my romantic poems here. they’re too explicit about women and love.

No means no! :rolling_eyes: