Poet, War Veteran, O.S. Brooks was born in Washington, Pennsylvania on 02/29/1980 to a mother who is christian, and a father who is muslim. His older brother and sister were key to inspiring him to write, love life, and to enjoy entertaining others. He started writing when he was eleven after spending the summer with his older sister who was working on poetry and short stories. He often wrote on the same old typewritter his sister had in her kitchen when she went away to work. He often studied Langston Hughes and Gwendolyn Brooks.
He believes that poetry can help an individual's mind, body, and soul. Proceeds from his books go to charity or his next writing venture. He writes about life, death, pain, pleasure, love, and the persuet of happiness.
Feed my struggle
Where I sleep tonight
Under a star-lit sky
Where my spirit crumbles
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(Part one) Starry night
After all had settled
There was nothing left
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A little boy cries
His father is gone
His mother has died
Their stuff on the lawn
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Still, another one fades off in the distance,
Till her sails are seen no longer.
Where she'll go on her gentle push north,
I can't say,
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