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An ode to my other brother

I envy your style but it's not my style
Your words like butter on warm toast
Or is it jam

The pictures you paint with your tongue
Clearly you've dotted your "t"'s and crossed your "p"'s
Did you get a new brush?

Whatever you do seems to work in tune
The musical note you leave behind lingers
That rhythm kills me every time

I wouldn't change my style of swords
Your cut is razor sharp in a few slashes
I use a axe straight and true
That's all I do

But I still wouldn't change my style if you paid me to

by Jbones
posted on 07/11/2012

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Comments: 5

Comment by LillianKensington: Aug 13, 2012 10:16 pm
Interesting. Stay true to your style Smiley
Comment by Neanthia: Aug 7, 2012 12:25 am
Wow. All I have to say <3
Comment by HiddenInSorrow: Aug 2, 2012 1:07 pm
great write, to the point and it still captures emotion, though it doesn't allow me to understand the position on the matter, whether you like or dislike your "brother" whether figurative or literal. In any case the word choice is childish yet fitting, good write.
Comment by CnutTheGreat: Jul 18, 2012 9:05 am
For swords? Rather than "of", I mean?
(Only because you later stand with an axe)

I know this feeling well.
(v)
Comment by thestutteringbandit: Jul 17, 2012 4:25 pm
I'd like to think my words taste of buttered toast and jam.
I like this a lot.

(I envy your style, also)

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