Young Writers Society

16.This family of mine
Brothers of blood we may not be,
But if you were to see,
The bonds each of us share...
You’d understand that we are very rare.

Relations in a way we are,
Be it near or far.
We still treat each one another
Like any true brother.

We fight,
We play.
When on a starry night
At them farm we stay.

When we hurt we each feel it
Because in our heart we are all connected.
It’s the ties that bind us in a tight knit.
But it’s what we all needed

We stand our ground.
Always together.
This family of mine.

17.The release of it all
A significant time I often sit,
With my head in my hands,
And when not a single mental bulb has lit
I scream in frustration and a resounding bang,
Fling my mouse at the wall!
I’m glad it’s not cordless
Cause had it been,
I would’ve realised I’m mouseless.
Glad the cord’s need was foreseen.

Yet through all my little tantrums
And my frustrations.
The light is seen hard work does pay well.
Just ask the people who ain’t in hell.
They’ve got it pretty easy.
Just their attitude makes me wheezy!

As you can see,
I often find the benefits of something
But always hurt it like a bumble bee
So my outburst weren’t for nothing!

18.The dreaded seed
It wasn’t serious he had said,
As he slowly passed that which I dread.
The smoking little ‘ruzzie’
I had held my breath
As I slowly lifted it I thought of Death.
The smoke was great and the world was fuzzy,
And just as it touched my lips
I thought of my mother
And none other.
She thought evil should be given the nip!
Before it has begun
And just like that I was saved.
Somehow I had avoided
Shooting myself with that loaded gun
Filled with the passions
Of the dreaded seed.

19.Her innocence
She had only been fifteen,
She was still an infant,
Her laugh was undeniably sweet.
Her smile was that of angel.
But it’s all gone now.
In a matter of minutes they had taken her.
She had no say.
Her cries for help went unanswered as they tied her.
As they stripped her and laughed at her nakedness.
Then they took her.
They stole my closest friend’s innocence.
And she’s never been the same again.
Their faces still clear in her mind.
She knows them.
But will never admit it,
Except to me.
But now she’s gone.
The pain was too much.
And what about me?
I know who they are...

20.Before and after
Before:
Before her I was an animal,
I was truly brutal.
The term ‘dog’ to me was a compliment
I was way beyond that.
Women only meant satisfaction to me.
But she changed that...

After:
I’m in love.
That’s the only way to describe how I feel.
Her smile shoves me beyond euphoria.
The feeling is unexplainable!
Now some say I’ve been castrated,
But I know the truth,
I’m just faithful.
She’s touched something hidden inside and I love her for it
I’ll never go back to the way I was
Life has found its meaning... love!

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