For someone to be so young you was big in sizes and in heart always had a smile on your face that showed gods love and his graces.
You lost your places here in their to return and take a better part you stood strong about your life finishing up what you started looking forward for [...]

My arms support you, your weight on me.
Slipping, swaying, please, oh please.
You hear, dont listen, talk, dont release.
Your pain, it surrounds you.
I just wish you could see, the more you avoid your pain, the more pain you throw towards me.
Guilt, selfishness, redo just for you.
Tossing, turning, just let me in, i can help you. [...]

when it comes to admiration
and the people i admire
on my list rite up there
you could’nt get much bigger
you are the one i can rely on
more than any other
it seems it has always been that way
i am glad that you are my brother
This poem was written/submitted by shivani.

Brother, today I sit on the brick bench of the house,
where you make a bottomless emptiness.
I remember we used to play at this hour, and mama
caressed us: “But, sons…”
Now I go hide
as before, from all evening
lectures, and I trust you not to give me away.
Through the parlor, the vestibule, the corridors.
Later, you hide, and I [...]

Equality is absolute or no.
Nothing between can stand. We are the sons
Of the same sire, or madness breaks and runs
Through the rude world. Ridiculous our woe
If single pity does not love it. So
Our separate fathers love us. No man shuns
His poorest child’s embrace. We are the sons
Of such, or ground and sky are soon to [...]

MAKE war songs out of these;
Make chants that repeat and weave.
Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of the machine guns;
Make slow-booming psalms up to the boom of the big guns.
Make a marching song of swinging arms and swinging legs,
Going along,
Going along,
On the roads from San Antonio to Athens, from Seattle to Bagdad—
The boys and [...]

None lives for ever, brother, and
nothing lasts for long. Keep that in
mind and rejoice.
Our life is not the one old burden,
our path is not the one long
journey.
One sole poet has not to sing one
aged song.
The flower fades and dies; but he
who wears the flower has not to
mourn for it for ever.
Brother, keep that in mind [...]