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A black winged bird sat atop a roof,
Nonchalantly humming its caws and coos.
For there on the street – down yonder it peered,
At the coming of jeers; the walking of fear.
It saluted its foe and hopped to and fro,
Unaware that behind the mask was a heart of gold.
But the blood stained cheeks and pale white hands
Reached out for the bird, thus it succumbed to their demands.
Feathers flew in the wind from the night time air,
A whirlwind of darkness – only the night could compare;
The bird found a place where it could perch and respite,
On the shoulder of a corpse – oh, what a delight!
A chuckle from a mouth that the heavens forbade,
Gave room for the next few words that were said:
"Blackbird, blackbird! Why have you come?
In this unruly hour the night will be undone!
The children on the street are marching one by one,
To innocent to know that a nightmare has begun."
He clasped his hands when he finished his speech,
His shoulders were shaking in delicious relief –
Twitching away until he found his grave,
And he collapsed into the space the world had saved.
A black winged bird sat atop his tombstone,
Nonchalantly whispering its miserable moans.
For in the dirt – down yonder it gazed,
At the child of death; so startlingly amazed that,
The night time sky wrapped away his appearance,
Replacing the horror with a yearly romance.
Nonchalantly humming its caws and coos.
For there on the street – down yonder it peered,
At the coming of jeers; the walking of fear.
It saluted its foe and hopped to and fro,
Unaware that behind the mask was a heart of gold.
But the blood stained cheeks and pale white hands
Reached out for the bird, thus it succumbed to their demands.
Feathers flew in the wind from the night time air,
A whirlwind of darkness – only the night could compare;
The bird found a place where it could perch and respite,
On the shoulder of a corpse – oh, what a delight!
A chuckle from a mouth that the heavens forbade,
Gave room for the next few words that were said:
"Blackbird, blackbird! Why have you come?
In this unruly hour the night will be undone!
The children on the street are marching one by one,
To innocent to know that a nightmare has begun."
He clasped his hands when he finished his speech,
His shoulders were shaking in delicious relief –
Twitching away until he found his grave,
And he collapsed into the space the world had saved.
A black winged bird sat atop his tombstone,
Nonchalantly whispering its miserable moans.
For in the dirt – down yonder it gazed,
At the child of death; so startlingly amazed that,
The night time sky wrapped away his appearance,
Replacing the horror with a yearly romance.
Literature
Don't You Know?
Don't you know that you're taking her for granted?
She's not going to be there for you for long if you're never there for her
Why don't you call her every once in a while, see if she's okay
She'll appreciate it more than you think
Show her that you truly love her, tell her she's your everything
Just prove to her that she means something to you
'Cause right now she may feel unappreciated
Right now she may feel useless
So prove to her that she's special
Prove to her that she's the only one for you
'Cause you could be slowly losing her
While you spend your time doing nothing
Meet up with her every once in a while
Before she walks aw
Literature
fallen angel
i'm a fallen angel
with cracked wings and a bleeding heart
trying to rise above the hell
i fight with everyday
a beacon of hope
in others' darkness
fighting til the end
even if i fall along the way
i hope God still wants me
even after all the wrong i've done
Literature
My Paper Heart .
It's kind of like a beat.
A beat of your heart? Or numbness.
Throat is swelled into cracked earth.
Head is the drum being played upon.
You life is upside down, but everyone keeps saying to turn it around.
You fingers slip being still.
And your feet no longer do their job.
It is the will of your servant, he wanted you to feel this way.
He's hurt you, this is whats supposed to happen.
You bones forgive themselves and let go.
Your eyes squint into the imaginary rain.
Your breath come out as.. one.single.blow.
Back slouched over you fall to the floor.
Heat rises to the surface of your palms.
Hair, sticky and slick to the face.
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This is amazing! Wonderful job. It flows so nicely, I just couldn't stop reading it.