Sometimes, you enjoyed being blind.Over 1,000 letters have found their waySometimes, you enjoyed being blind. in Free Verse More Like This
to the pulsating heart of my wastebasket.
You carried them away saying, "I'll use these
to fill the empty spaces of my universe."
You proceeded to tape them to your eyelids,
wear them like Augusts leaves along your limbs.
"I will be your voice and I will sing your words to the trees."
Slender spider fingers prancing across my misspelled scrawl.
I long to set this world aflame.I once dreamt of ashes and dragons,I long to set this world aflame. in Free Verse More Like This
as dark ravens loomed over my sleeping form,
planting cadaver kisses along my neck.
Stepping into a river of colors, I contemplated
smoke halos and the unlit cigarette between my teeth.
I asked myself if all of this was worth it-
gasoline rainbows painting landscapes along my thighs.
I'd never smoked a day in my life, but I liked to play with fire.
[Light a match and watch me burn. ]
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly. in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
RepossessionYour words tore into my abdomen like vultures feeding onRepossession in Free Verse More Like This
the raw emotion their filthy wings stirred up from the dust.
My ribs cracked from the blow.
But, I think sometimes
of how these were the ribs
that should have chased you away from me,
quietly wondering how you managed to
slither past this cage of bone and flesh
to engrave your fingerprints into my marrow.
You were sweat & spice & scars-
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
(I want my insides back.)
Sun Child,I am freezingSun Child, in Free Verse More Like This
& I am hungry
for fever’s lips-
her inky fingers
a dry stomach.
My body is an ocean,
my limbs, but oars.
My tongue & teeth,
a life raft
keeping this madness
from sinking into blue.
Offering up 102 degrees
You would think
I had something to say.
Muse:She corrodes star shapes intoMuse: in Free Verse More Like This
the hearts of sleeping poets,
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
Her Musethese words are not poetryHer Muse in Free Verse More Like This
swimming liquid fire through ashes
of dead phoenix veins.
no, they are rough and callused
with over use, their own faithless artists
spewing black tar from their lungs
in the hopes to one day breathe again.
nothing moves her.
she would rather scribble her heart out
on physical manifestations of her own reality-
on skin and bones she worships like a temple.
"Write of me," he says, "right here."-
planting sun-stricken kisses
along the hollow of her burning throat.
"I want to be where your heart sleeps."
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
Not a night goes byPeole say it's not wanting to die but needing the pain to endNot a night goes by in Free Verse More Like This
And if it keeps on hurting, if it feels like too much
Who am I to tell you pretend?
Life feels burdoned with these dark thoughts
Not a day goes by, not a night follows
And any good piece, the light, it rots
Until it's empty, festering and hollow
Life is scarred not sacred
If we only live once it's too much
I've been going for much longer than I can take
Searching for a needed way out as such
Time ticks down to escape, not a cure
Soon and needed, I'll be forever gone
The distant death, the relief, the lure
Shall hopefully arrive before dawn
UnwantedAn unwanted guest in my own bodyUnwanted in Free Verse More Like This
With no more apology and an unuttered sorry
Too tight and uncomfortable in my skin
A host’s retort that could burn like sin
Felt empty and alone as a whole
Preparing to evacuate mind, body and soul
InhaleSweet release, go figureInhale in Free Verse More Like This
Cross my heart and pull the trigger
Feel that heartbeat with regrettable rage
Time heals not all but nothing with age
Indebt and in-depth with unthinkable sorrow
Today's pain will end but there's always tomorrow.
For time to fester in filth and compliance
Can't trust the heart with unsteady reliance
Bad thoughts can stay and steal and scar
With wounds and few words that go so far
Wait till I heal, inhale and then
Tear it down, and scream again.
FutureI don't know what decisions I'm supposed to makeFuture in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing
I'm not ready for this
I don't think I'll ever be
But there's no time
I have to make choices
And I'm making all the wrong ones
If I could have a little more time
Or if time it could stop
The world is like a ride
And I want to get off
People are asking me
Like they think I know
I don't know
I have no answers
Everything's going too fast
They don't understand
Today is hard enough
I can't think about tomorrow
The next second
The next minute
The next hour
Is hard enough
A whole day is a struggle
But they want to know my plans
I'm supposed to know
What I'm doing with the life
I tried to leave
HurtingSo many people hurtingHurting in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the battle they're fighting
bleeding and bruising
Living a lie
that wasn't worth choosing
Left lost in a world
of self hatred, abusing
Don't care to explain
As if it's confusing
of course we understand
but yet we're refusing
These explosive hearts
wish we were defusing
before we break
I'm no longer excusing
That wish for escape
PrayerI jumped off the edgePrayer in Free Verse More Like This
But I felt pushed
I whispered a prayer
That felt induced
By unwanted emotion
And fear it’s self
I watched it all fall
And I couldn't help
SmileThings are so badSmile in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm trying
Life isn't worth this
But I go on
It all hurts so much inside
But I keep smiling
And it's like I was never here
There are daysThere are days when I breathe outThere are days in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I don't breathe back in
Days when patience is running thin
Sick with guilt and selfish
Acting out pure butchery
on pale now marked skin
Sit and stare and watch
Giving is forgiveness
And move on
ExposedWhen people ask me what being 16 was likeExposed in Free Verse More Like This
Will I lie?
I wont tell them about rock bottom
I wont mention drug overdose
Sitting in the dark
Changing hospital bandages
As it all comes back
Memories as it kills me from the inside
The bitter taste of escape on my tongue
Inside me and I said goodbye
Sinking to your knees on the bathroom floor
The cool sensation of tears and stained tiles
As my body tried to rid what my brain had begged for
Green uniforms and latex hands
Poke and prod, try to right me
In so many ways
They asked with lights that burned
And I told
How many pills
How deep the blade had sunk
Dragging me to the ambulance
How strange to be in a bed with metal bars
Falling, fading out of reality
There are no windows
I do not see
Tied down and restrained in this bed
I feel so weak in these sick stained clothes
And all I hear is the squeak of the wheel
Lights too bright and harsh
As my body tears itself apart
Mint green curtains for privacy
But I cried, feeling so exposed
USUK - To Kill A Country - Ch1It is very difficult to kill a nation. That goes without saying, of course. Who knows what chaos would arise if countries only lasted as long as an average human? They are almost immortal... Almost. A nation cannot die unless murdered, which is very hard indeed. You can't just stab one and hope they die. They are beings that represent their people, and thus are connected emotionally and physically by a special bond to their citizens. Their personalities, preferences, etc. is determined by their people. When there is a war, for example, the country feels every death and damaged structure. This also applies to economy and such, putting countries in a bad mood or making them sick. The bond also works the other way around. If a country is injured, their people feel it. A small scratch can kill from just one person to a hundred, depending on the size of the nation. It hurts immensely, yes, but countries must be prepared for these facts. They must be ready, or they will be eaten up by guiltUSUK - To Kill A Country - Ch1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
USUK - I Wish - Chapter 1Before reading this chapter, I highly advise you read the prologue. The story will make much more sense if you do~USUK - I Wish - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was just another meeting.
Just more pointless bickering. Just more time wasted when we could have been doing something productive.
Just another place I'm forced to see England.
I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn as I watched Germany trying to get control of the meeting. He shouted and shouted, but no one was listening. There was too much chaos.
It sort of reminded me of my futile attempts at trying to confess to England.
I sighed and looked over at the source of my heartache. The green-eyed nation was currently yelling curses and insults as France tried to sexually harrass him. Typical.
A lump formed in my throat as I watched. I admit, I was a little jealous of France. He professed his love to practically everyone he saw.
I was suddenly jerked from my thoughts by Germany. He had somehow gotten a hold of a bullhorn and was comm
USUK - I Hate You pg. 11"Arthur "USUK - I Hate You pg. 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The faint whisper went unheard.
Again, no reply.
What was this, this strange feeling Like there was something missing
Yes, that's what was missing. And then suddenly, it wasn't anymore. The constant pounding, beating, ticking, throbbing of life
It was there again, the never-failing noise.
But something else was missing, too. Ah, there it was. The movement. The fall and rise of a chest; the feeling or air rushing through lungs.
The pulse of life.
The pathetic plea faded into the background.
"Please, Arthur I'm scared "
The grass rustled somewhere.
"I'm confused "
Was that footsteps nearby?
"It hurts "
"It hurts to be alone "
"Help me "
"Please, Arthur Help me!"
"I love you "
"I need you "
USUK -I Wish- America's EndingAmerica's POVUSUK -I Wish- America's Ending in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was standing in a grassy field. I didn't recognize where I was at all; no matter which way I turned, all I could see was the blue sky with its fluffy, white clouds and the lush, green grass. I sat down, confused as to how I had ended up here. Soft footsteps a little ways away told me there was someone coming. I lifted my head and felt a stream of sadness rush into my heart.
"England..." I whispered. He didn't seem to hear me, so I repeated his name, louder. "England!" I called. He didn't respond, and instead continued staring at the sky. "England!" I shouted as loud as I could. No reply. I sighed, figuring this was no different from everyday life. No matter how loud I cried, no matter how many times I tried, he could never hear me...
The sky turned dark, the clouds becoming gray and menacing. The distance between England and me seemed to grow with every second. I reached out for him, tried to run after him, but it was no good. I skidded to a halt when somethin
USUK - I Wish - Chapter 3, EndEngland's POVUSUK - I Wish - Chapter 3, End in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Igirisu-san, are you okay?" Japan asked me. His face was his usual, blank expression, but there was worry in his eyes.
I shook my head. "No... I-I'm okay..." I looked over at America, who was in bed. Right after he had passed out, I had called Japan and together, we had somehow brought him back to his house. Japan, being the responsible country he is, was able to patch America up as best he could; now, all he needed was rest.
Japan was still looking at me, as if he expected me to break down or something. I frowned in annoyance. "Japan, I'm okay! But..." I turned my face away. "I'm worried about America..." Japan smiled at me.
"Of course you are worried about him. It's only natural," he said. I let out a sigh.
"Yes... You're right." I paused. "Japan, could you, maybe..." He nodded before I could finish, made a quick bow, and left the room. I silently wondered if he knew how to read minds.
I turned my attention back to America. Looking into his sleeping face, I felt
USUK - How To Tell Someone...My first USUK fanfic! Please don't judge me too harshly, it's just cute and fluffy, nothing more. XDUSUK - How To Tell Someone... in Short Stories More Like This
"America How would you tell someone You love them?"
America looked up, confused by England's sudden question. "What are you talking about?"
England sighed, exasperated. He looked like he was trying to be casual, but he actually just looked really embarrassed. "How would you tell someone you love them?" he asked again, his voice beginning to speed up.
America just blinked at England, trying to keep his expression blank. He didn't exactly want to discuss love with the other nation, and especially when he wasn't prepared for it.
"Why are you asking me this?" America finally said. He couldn't think of anything else. "I mean," he continued, "it just seems like a really random question, you know?"
England blushed and looked away. "There's someone I've loved for a very long time and I w
SometimesSometimes I am a stupid bitchSometimes in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I talk before I think
Sometimes I am stubborn
Sometimes I am just too honest
And sometimes my façade is just in the way
Sometimes I live in the expense of others
I often talk before I think
Sometimes I don´t think I belong
Sometimes I know you don´t know me
And sometimes I am just sad
Sometimes I feel like I am a thing
But I can think!
Sometimes I would like to apologize
And sometimes I am able to be myself
But right now I would like to forget
Sometimes I am overjoyed
Sometimes I am absolutely insane
And sometimes I am me
Am I?Am I a unique creature when I say I am a human being?Am I? in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Am I my familys reflection when I see myself in the mirror?
Am I too shallow when I say I am repulsive?
Am I too egoistic when I say I shall take care of myself?
Am I really different than you when I say I am me and no one else?
Am I truly myself when I say something?
Am I a believer when I say everybodys faith is determined
Am I a beliver when I say destiny has arrived?
Am I happy when I cry?
Am I selfish when I look for love?
Am I too accessible when I say yes?
Am I loved when people talk behind my back?
Am I here when Im really there?
Am I confused when things are clear in my head?
Am I disrespectful when I am speechless?
Am I a role model?
Am I even necessary?
Am I here?
And where is here?
Can this go on forever?
All these questions?
Do they really keep on coming?
It feels like a unsolved puzzle
And there are a lot of pieces missing
And am I really here?
Self-ActualizationI often forget to breatheSelf-Actualization in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Maybe because I focus too much on my body
Like tonight I spent half an hour to watch myself in the mirror
I saw a reproduction of what other people see
I never look at myself
How Can I?
My eyes Sticks firmly to my face
What I am able to see is a copy
An ordinary girl
She has a little more on the legs than most
But I can see that it does not bother her
The girl I see is wearing black rimmed glasses
They make her seem wise
But they hide her beautiful eyes
Hides the way to read her emotions
It is as if no one has seen through them yet
Seen through who she is
But the problem is not the glasses
There are no problems
I look again into mirror
She has wild indomitable red hair
It is mailbox red and certainly fake
It is like her hair tells a story
Gives a clue about what she is about
But what do I know?
Maybe I am just forming a stereotype
But there truly is something with that hair
Something about that girl I see
It is like something has happen
Who am I?Who am I?Who am I? in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There are probably many people who ponder this question
Who am I?
Some of them know it
They call themselves 'Barbie'
But does the label say something about who they are?
It gives enough detail to which social stratum they belong to,
But my question is whether their heart is in for what they do?
Are they really the person they pretend to be?
Or are people what they say?
I wish I knew the answer,
Because I would really like to know why I am called special,
And what special means,
For I am not a pink Barbie doll or very attractive,
I think I might be what others categorize as weird,
And so what,
I am who I am,
Can you say the same?
I sadly know so many that base their life on lies
And sometimes I have to admit I would like to walk in their shoes
Just for one single day
Be a liar
And for just one day exceed all limits
Just to learn more about myself
Right now, I don´t know myself
socially outcastI don't know what will become of mesocially outcast in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Or where I'm going
Because I'm not a wild animal in an African jungle
And I'm not part of the food chain
I never will be
But if I was part of it
I would be the canary in the luxurious gold cage
for a chance to escape
But I am not a captive bird
I am not a wild animal
I am not a part of the planned food chain
I am a human being!
I stand desperate in front of you
Can you not see it?
Sick of this world
And at the same time a damned excellent actress
You are seeing my facade
You are seeing what you like to see
Can´t you really not see I suffer in hell
No, because you won´t see it
In Your own World
I stand here
I stand in front of you
I stand right here
Please let me in.
PolarisThis nightPolaris in Free Verse More Like This
is black, like a
and as a hand-print
she calls to you—
an echo of
what once was.
a half-truth, back-
is too dark to
guide you home.
Prelude Nocturne;Prelude in Free Verse More Like This
I conjure the moon
as dusk crests,
a wave across the sky
I am lovely and lonely in
the night, shadow-
shackled to the mountainside
and the moths
unfurl their hamsa-wings as
mama calls me in.
PompeiiDrumbeat from above;Pompeii in Free Verse More Like This
trailed by ragged, ashen dogs
fed only Vesuvius’ shadow
until the heavens split—
sodden map becomes
papier-mâché fingers and
from afar, through a veil of rain,
a chorus: the mournful dogs howl,
cursing the gods.
IcarusFledgling of theIcarus in Free Verse More Like This
(dawn is quiet
when the noose is
My HeartMy heart is broken and batteredMy Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Sewn in tatters
Bandaged and broken
Bruised and open
It hurts so very much
It is empty and dark
I am very stark
Alone no one to hold me
No one who knows me
No speacial someone
I feel like I will never find a love
So I hide me and my heart
We hurt together and cry silent tears
I hope one will find me
Even though I hide
How am I suppose to heal when How am I suppose to heal when my wounds are torn open?How am I suppose to heal when in Free Verse More Like This
How can I go on if the kight is snuffed out by the darkness?
They said it would get better, but it hasn't.
Where is the saving light?
Where is the path?
It is covered in bleak darkness that rules my world and life.
I want to burst out into tears.
But I don't want to feel that pain again.
I don't want to stop fighting, but I don't want to fight so hard.
I will be that saving light for others, yet there is none for me.
SnowI like the snow so white and pure not black like this world we call lifeSnow in Free Verse More Like This
Not full of the sins we commit
Not knowing of the the greed and theifery
So inoccent an unknowing
Unaware of the crimes and murders of our wants
Nonknow of the torchered souls and lives we live
Bright and white it brings light to this dark world
Not knowing of the choas and demons that run a muck
White a pure in this putrid dark hell we call life
Grandma's StoryI tried to hide it.Grandma's Story in Free Verse More Like This
Let no one know.
Then I realized it is part of me.
It makes me, Me.
It made me stronger and less innocent.
It is tied in with my memories.
There's no letting go.
I read the note.
So I won't let go.
I will never slip into the darkness.
I will show you how I grow and make you proud to say.
"That's my granddaughter" in heaven's gates my name will be known
I Love you Grandma.
The Endless Dream 3Characters So Far:The Endless Dream 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Midnight: a dusty-gray she-cat with blue tints and ocean blue eyes; 3 moons old
Soul: a white tom with black stripes that circle his body with bright amber eyes; 3 moons old
Frost: a pure white she-cat with ice-blue eyes; 3 moons old
Dawn: a Smokey-gray she-cat with piercing blue eyes; 2 years old
Flash: a dark ginger tom with orange highlights, and unusual bright green eyes. He has fur covering his left eye; 6 moons old
Callie: a calico that consists of the colors white, brown, yellow and gray; a she-cat with gold eyes, 6 moons old.
Chapter 3 ~The Eyes
A few moons had gone by, and all mother did was stare at the sky. I looked up but saw nothing. I thought that she may be looking for another one of those feathers but they never came I stared out into the woods all day; I wasnt looking for some dumb feathers though I was looking for the fire creature I saw the other day.
What are you doing? Soul asked.
Im not really sure if I like
The Endless Dream 2Characters So Far:The Endless Dream 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Midnight: a dusty-gray she-cat with blue tints and ocean blue eyes. A few weeks old
Soul: a white tom with black stripes that circle his body with bright amber eyes. A few weeks old
Frost: a pure white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. A few weeks old
Dawn: a Smokey-gray she-cat with piercing blue eyes. Almost 2 years old (has no idea on how to raise kits)
Chapter 2 ~ the Mysterious Feather
After seeing that "thing" I decided to stop running. I stood there staring out into the forest for only a few seconds when all of a sudden I was grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air. I screamed in horror. I knew I was in someone's mouth and I wasn't planning on getting eaten today. Since I am so brave I said the most heroic thing.
"PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!!!" I screeched.
"Eaf fu? Fhy fould fi fu fat?" It replied. (Translation, Eat you? Why would I do that?)
Their voice was muffled by me dangling from their mouth.
"I'm 'sorta in your mouth!" I yelled.
They set me down gently, so I th
The Endless DreamOK so this is my first series and I really hope it's good but, I honestly doubt that you'll like it.It's very short but that's because it's a prologue. I'll post a character list on each chapter. I would love it if you'd comment about wether you like it so far or not.The Endless Dream in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fire swarmed through the forest, destroying everything in its path.
It was a land of nothing.There was no trees, nor animals...Not even a single breeze...
*...Was this the path that my kits will take?...One full of darkness, and destruction?...It couldn't be...*
When I opened my eyes...It was all gone. I was back in my den with my three little kits.
So little...It doesn't seem like they were born this morning. I feel like I've known them forever.
Frost, Soul and... Midnight.
Frost was so beautiful. A pure white she-cat with ice-blue eyes.
And then there was Soul. A white tom with black stripes that circled his whole body. He had bright amber eyes.
And last was their youngest sister, Midnight. She was a dusty-gra
Cupcakes 2: Chapter 2- RarityCupcakes 2: Chapter 2- Rarity in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cupcakes 2: Silence of the Hares
Edited by The Color Twelve
Chapter 2: Rarity
Drip, drip, drip.
Rarity tossed and turned, eyes closed. 'Is the roof leaking again?' She wondered.
Drip, drip ,drip.
'This will be the third time I've had to get those colts to fix that thing.'
Drip, drip, drip.
"No, it's time to get up, get dressed." Rarity sleepily yawned, opening her eyes. She noticed it was so dark she could hardly see a hoof in front of her. She looked down at her bedsheet. "That's strange, this doesn't feel like a bed sheet." It took Rarity a few moments to notice that she was actually sleeping on a pile of her dresses. She looked up, and saw a large hole with light coming through it. Suddenly, a head popped out.
"Hi Rarity! Looks like you're finally awake!" a high pitched voice squeaked from the edge of the pit.
"Pinkie, is that you?" Rarity probed.
"Yep! Looks like you hit that one right on the nose, or should I say horn? Hee hee!"
Rarity slowly pulled her hoof to her hea
Cupcakes 2: Chapter 1- Twilight SparkleCupcakes 2: Chapter 1- Twilight Sparkle in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cupcakes 2: Silence of the Hares
Edited by The Color Twelve
Chapter 1: Twilight Sparkle
It had been a week since Rainbow Dash had left. Pinkie had told everypony that she had gone off to be with the Wonderbolts, and had shunned all the others.
"Well tarnation!" Applejack had exclaimed. "Who needed her anyway?"
But Twilight was skeptical. She went back to the library to mull things over. 'First Apple Bloom, then Twist, and now Rainbow Dash. Why is everypony in such a hurry to leave Ponyville? And why do they keep leaving exactly once a week?'
Suddenly, a horn sounded. The town had called a meeting. The mayor came up and made the announcement. "Rarity has left a note at my door stating that she will be leaving Ponyville to design dresses for Photo Finish in Manehattan. She will be leaving her Boutique to Twilight Sparkle."
"Just yesterday Rarity told me that she would meet me in the spa", a tiny, timid voice sounded from within the crowd. A tiny, timid voice that could only b
CupcakesCupcakes in Short Stories More Like This
By Sergeant Sprinkles: World's Greatest Party Clown
Edited by Edinpony
WARNING: This fanfiction is incredibly gory, and may ruin your appreciation of a certain My Little Pony character as well as the titular baked goods. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
The air was warm, the sun was shining, and everypony in Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded and busy ponies filled the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except Rainbow Dash; her place was in the sky. She tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the tree tops and racing the wind. The blue pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children, then climbed several hundred feet and dove, streaking downward as fast as she could. Seconds before hitting the ground, her wings flew open and she pulled up back into the clear blue. Rainbow felt alive.
Suddenly, Dash remembered that she had somewhere to be; she was
I Wish.... ?I Wish.... ? in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
If you could have one wish, what would it be?
Would it be mountains of shiny gold,
the finest clothes in the whole world,
or a giant house filled with the best luxuries?
I would be a bird.
A beautiful, blue bird I would be.
I dream of flying high into the sky,
and chirping at the people below.
Yes, that's what I want.
People gasp and ask me why I would say such a foolish thing.
Why wouldn't I ask for money, for something more valuable?
Because I already have everything I want.
La VieLa Vie in Free Verse More Like This
It's the constant battle between angels and demons.
It's the constant struggle to survive.
You want to get away from the things that tempt you,
you want to follow the less-traveled path.