Rival

Rival

A Poem by Chloe
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This is a revised poem I wrote back in July.

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Sisters,
I’m so tired of your constant
bickering and make-belief
sisters,
I am your sister
in between the both of you
must I choose sides?
 
Sister,
why must you tell of all secrets?
why must you not care of what we pain
as you expose our secrets to the world?
why must you want, want, want?
 
You take the side of the enemy
you sparked the fire between my friend and I
with on spill of secrets,
your lips were already greased with glycerin
I hear you want all the pretty things
I thought you had them all
oh, my stupidity!
 
Why break the eldest of hearts?
it is the most developed, but not the most wise,
young one
yes, it is the right to report you’re scared
but it’s a sin to drag it on to your little army
 
Oh, sin, sin, sin!
No,
not a single sin against you!
you expose our souls for our protection!
God is so proud!
you have embraced the hell of our presumed heaven,
this made you feel good,
this made you fear good
 
The heart in your chest
this organ’s beat
it cannot match up with
the speed of those greased lips of yours
 
 
 
 
Sister,
oh, sister of mine!
you are the eldest, and the least predictable
I would have never guessed
 
You tell of no secrets
pay for your own want
kill never, especially without purpose
and you ignore a little sin
for yours are far to great for ‘little’
 
Miles away you are
missing you more and more,
trapped in this lion den
I best get used to this, being eaten alive
‘didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel’
(not the Daniel I knew)
 
Why must we have touched our
fingertips now?
just now?
we could have done so years ago
I should have learnt to accept
your mouth and hands
and you should have learnt the same for me
why must we only enter through exits?
 
Sisters,
I cannot choose between you
the both of you have taken me for granted
I am a shield; a naïve casual-Christian
but NO!
I am anything but naïve!!
 
I have burned for years
under this roof with you
but now that you have
taken me off the heat
is it only for yourselves?
is it?!
   
I’ll shield one of you
hence my experience
I’ve been secluded and tortured
and I will continue to forgive
the other of you constantly
even after you tell of your love to me
and then spit out my bloody secrets
 
But sisters,
as I do this for the both of you
I can’t help but wonder
when will you live up to the name,
“sister”
for me?

 

© 2008 Chloe


Author's Note

Chloe
As you can tell, this is about my older, and younger sisters. Things are very different now between us, so I thought I should post this now.

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The relationship between brothers and sisters is hard to fully describe in words. more than anyone else in our lives, we know our siblings, as they know us, better than everyone else. In a way, the only person who know us better than our siblings is God. Your poem captures the harsh reality that, even though we know our siblings well, we certainly do not always understand them. We also don't understand why our intimate knowedge of each other does not necessarily result in interpersonal devotion. You have captured this issue well within your poem.

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The relationship between brothers and sisters is hard to fully describe in words. more than anyone else in our lives, we know our siblings, as they know us, better than everyone else. In a way, the only person who know us better than our siblings is God. Your poem captures the harsh reality that, even though we know our siblings well, we certainly do not always understand them. We also don't understand why our intimate knowedge of each other does not necessarily result in interpersonal devotion. You have captured this issue well within your poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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I think you should let them read this. Probably won't change anything, but at least it will be out there and you can build (or finish tearing down) from there. Good write.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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I am a 16-year-old young writer and I live in Seattle, Washington. I began writing when I was about nine. Then, I began to play some guitar and I realized that I had talent for music also. So poetry a.. more..

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