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tiredkoalahugs Nov 2019
I am free
But still not me.
Im like a bird with a broken wing
I am free
But a broken me.
I am free
But I am lost
I am free
But still  not me
Devin Ortiz Nov 2019
The black bird returns to the grove.
Its wings clipped, its pride stripped.

The black bird wretches a horrid chord.
Its song defiled, its depression wild.

The black bird offers a stifled dance.
Its passion shown, its fate honed.

The black bird finds a fractured peace.
Its freedom bound, its sanity found.
Alia Nov 2019
Our love was something so crazy
something that was never meant to be
it didn't make sense to carry on loving
but why did it hurt when you left?
Why is there a gaping hole in my chest
Why is my heart bleeding as if I had been stabbed in the chest?
I thought what we did was right
But it turns out I was always in the wrong
I threw away our love without even thinking about what I wanted
Now you're married to another woman
And I'm left to wonder about what we could've been
were we really that doomed?
Justo Yanez Oct 2019
En una isla,
Un hombre dio a luz tres hermosas aves de su cabeza.
Triste y muriendo él les dijo esto:

Eres hijos de una madre inmigrante, hijas de agonía.
Deja que las montañas y los árboles escuchan su canción.

¡Vete!
¡Deja que los ríos te lavan y las arenas te enmascaran!
Colorea tus plumas vibrantes con el sufrimiento y la guerra de su gente
Y dejar que los mares se refunfuñan con sus canciones.

Usted está sin pies y orientación—¡Utilice sus plumas ahora!
¡Vete—
Deje que la luna baile por su cuenta!

¡Cantar la canción! ¡Cantar canciones y cantar una canción!
Despertar a los muertos de sus tumbas
Y obligar los vivos bailar de bajo la corona de las estrellas y sol.

¡Canta pájaros ya que ustedes están sin pies!
YusufKudsi Oct 2019
I am in a place where I don’t belong
I tried to get out but couldn’t break the cage
Am I too weak or is the cage too strong
Why can’t I be free like the birds in the sky.

I am in a place where I don’t belong
I tried to swim for my freedom but couldn’t break the glass.
Am I too weak or is the glass too strong
Why can’t I be free like the fishes in the ocean.
Oculi Oct 2019
While plucking feathers, while plucking feathers
The black tar envelops my unmanly sigh
A cigarette in the moon's light with a stranger
And the howling of an unsightly beast

While plucking feathers, while plucking feathers
The fog obscures everything in sight
I'm questioning the night sky on its numbers
The forest looks in disgust and curiosity

While plucking feathers, while plucking feathers
I'm bleeding out, I'm bleeding out
While plucking feathers, my ear drum pops
I say my goodbye and flap my bare wings

An ornate door leads to the mausoleum
A huge crack showing the entrance of grave robbers
The youths wander inside to belittle their ancestors
And my ballad softly floats above the ground

While plucking feathers, while plucking feathers
The young man rests near his anvil
Opening his book of poetry on an empty page
Only to find the blood of the martyr seeping

While plucking my feathers
Will the youth remember my name?
Will I be forgotten as a nameless man?
Or will I be the poet of the next century?

Pluck my feathers or don't!
Pluck my feathers or don't!
Pluck my feathers or don't!

But do not forget me and the steps which I took
Do not forget my babbling, my bish and my bosch
Do not forget my gifts, you, receiver of blessing
Pluck them rhythmically, slave, rhythmically

My feather falls, slowly to the ground
It is the last of its kind
And as my breaths draw to a close
The children laugh gleefully
Unknowing the end is near
Extinction on my name once and for all
Pluck my feathers no more, slave,
I've just blood to give.
Ars poetica.
A feather light, A feather dark, A feathered sight, Like a hawk, Who's the night, Who's a lot, Diving, Soaring, For fish or fry, Here it's cry, A shriek of brave, A shriek of grave, A flutter of danger, A flutter of passerby, A flock alone, Together be, Shape of V, They see, From high above, A hawk, A seagull, A dove. A crow sees you, But you don't know, Perching quiet, They sit a row, Then the caw, Look around, They saw, Now you see, On the house, On the tree, Lined up, On a line, Along the ground, Nibble and hop, Hear a sound, Then they stop, See something, Fly away, But they all come back, One of these days.
Falling, Falling, Falling, Through the fluid, With breath, In sleep, It never ends, Falling, Falling, Falling, A soft motion, A lighter, Brighter, Whiter, Ocean, Past the sailing clouds, Not yet seen the ground, Falling, Falling, Falling, Loose friction, Peace in one depiction, Only feel, Do not think, No contradiction, A strong affliction, Get drunk, Lost in the air, Surrounded by it, Live by it, Always by it, Falling, Falling, Falling There is now goal, Feathers light, Hunger whole, Now soaring, Speed was storing, The dive, The spread, The curve, In the talon’s grasps, Something from the ocean, Now being carried, Through a more fluid ocean, Gliding, Gliding, Gliding, To a rock, Land, Sit, Eat, Feed the ones chirping a good bit, And now rest, That’s it.
I wanted to write something about a bird.
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