Monday, July 29, 2013

The Bumpy Ride

Still working on this one!

Driving in the ambulance, the scene playing on loop
My mom deliriously continues to ask, what’s the scoop?
She doesn’t remember what happened just one minute ago
How do I explain to her this irreversible blow?

My brain is running one hundred miles an hour
While I am strapped down without power.
The ambulance siren ringing as we race to the ER
As my mind is focused on the package in the other car.

My mom concussed laying by my side
While my life was just washed away by a thunderous tide.
Cords connected to monitors continually beeping

I ask the paramedics where they took him

Jarone Ashkenazi

Thursday, July 25, 2013


It started with a shake and twitch of his chin
What happened next was much to my chagrin.
We thought it was just his jaw, but shortly after we were in awe.

He walked up the stairs and soon I heard a shout,
My dad screaming/yelling my name and I knew beyond a doubt.
I ran on the double, knowing too well that my brother was in serious trouble. 

I saw my brother convulsing and my dad holding him
My adrenaline kicked in as he shook every limb.
My dad helped me lay him on the floor, hoping that he’d soon restore.

Grabbing a pillow to place under his head
I started to panic and my optimism/hopefulness fled.
I looked on the computer for what to do, so I could get a clue. 

We placed him on his side as he shook uncontrollably 
It happened before but this time more notably.
As my dad looked over his son, I called 9-1-1.

The shaking stopped and he began to recuperate
He was unaware of what occurred so we began to illustrate.
Waiting for the paramedics to come, he laid there numb.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Go Away

Curled up in a ball, hugging his knees head down
Sitting there not knowing how to express his pain.
All alone in the world inside his head
Which itself is oddly shaped and once hemorrhaged.

Not wanting to go anywhere or do anything
Sulking in the corner, not allowing me to help.
He suddenly changed from his jovial way.
Not sure what changed from yesterday

He just sits there screaming, I hate myself – go away.

With one wet lick across his face,
All of a sudden he begins to smile. 
His dog succeeded where my attempts fell short
I think he feels all alone against a mighty fort.

I try to get him to come back in the house
As the dog runs off, he is again in a huff.
Secluded in his bubble completely shut down
He thinks we look at him as if he is a clown.

Now he is sobbing, I am not going anywhere today – go away.

Friday, May 3, 2013


There is a side of me that I rarely show,
Locked deep inside letting no one know.
When I walk around I put on a facade,
Otherwise everyone might perceive me as odd.

I walk around wondering if anyone will find out
And wonder how I can let go and find a new route.
I have grown accustomed to being on my own
Being alone is my comfort zone.

They see me as the warm, helpful guy;
There is much more to me than what meets the eye.
A helpful brother is what most see,
But there is much more that defines me.

I watch and protect what is so close
Sometimes I need help, no one knows.
How do I let out what is trapped so deep inside
After so long all I have known is to hide.

What lies beneath is guarded by lock and key,
Hidden down deep for no one to see.
Who holds the key that will set me free?

Saturday, April 27, 2013


I reached out and trusted one, and later faced a gun
And because of that stupid mistake, my body and mind ache.

I am stuck wondering why, sometimes it makes me cry.
Who could have predicted this, all after my first kiss?

I am left all alone, while this case continues to postpone.
Now I feel deserted while some say or think I am perverted.

I have lost faith in most, because I think they see me as gross.
The error I made – occurred due to my mind being strayed.

I want to be able to connect, but I only can reflect.
All that I have achieved, I now only wonder how am I perceived?

When I look into to someone’s eyes,
I wonder – do I have to feign a disguise?
Do they know the truth about me?
Or can I live my life like I want it to be?

Saturday, April 20, 2013


On his way to another appointment with my mom
Shouldn’t she know how to keep him calm?

The door swings furiously open, he has returned sooner than expected
And from the screams and cries I know he feels subjected.

Coming home fuming and not knowing how to cope
While no one fully understands his entire scope.

He storms into his room and sinks into his chair
Shouting and crying completely alone and in despair.

I go to see what is wrong and if I can console
But I know that these past years have taken its toll.

Enraged, fuming, and ready to explode
How am I going to be able to crack this code?

He begins to calm but then my mom enters the room,
I knew to well that he would ultimately fume.

A scream a crash the laptop is on the floor
Another battle lost in this ongoing war.

About to lose it again I am forced to restrain
None of this is hardly mundane.

Another day, another meltdown – and yet again he is alone.

Friday, April 12, 2013


I sit and lie awake, while my body intensely aches.
Picturing what happened over four years ago,
That shook me and damaged my soul.

I am continually up late at night, thinking about my fright
Of the future of the one, that my parents call their son.
He is my brother; I would never trade him for another.
He continually fights to overcome, while I am left breathless and numb.

My heart is empty, my mind often draws blanks;
And when I am consoled, all my mouth utters is thanks.
There are still tears, which fall upon deaf ears
Due to the pain and fear after all of these years.

It still is hard for me to connect and to feel warm;
Because for so long I have deviated from the norm.
I go out and search for something to make me feel whole,
But all I am looking for is someone eager to console.

When I am lucky to enjoy a moment of joy,
I quickly am reminded of that helpless boy.
Who has gone through so much, but still has that delicate touch.
His life has taken a toll, but still appears to be whole.

He is often frustrated, but his condition has extremely upgraded.
Even simple communication for him is tough, and I think my life is rough?