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Blackbird
A blackbird soars across the light blue cloudless sky. The bird is easy to see, with its feathers the color of midnight, contrasting against the light. The blackbird soars without care because she knows the secrets and wisdom that lead to higher knowledge. The bird knows that the seasons of life can change in a moment, yet she lives without worry. The blackbird has the power to understand things unseen. She looks at life as if it is the ever-changing tide. She looks into the future knowing they have pure potential. The blackbird finds purity in the light and in the darkness. She believes in the impossible.
By Raven N.B.8 years ago in Poets
Memorized
The sound of echoed memories distilled as if there were no more to be had. Heavy thoughts of the days before echoed the line of thought. Once more and once again I was lost without hope. Madness infused the veins and deceived the depression as if it were a true being of a person. Coming and going it will always remain inside. Days I wish I could distance myself from the habit of mindless thoughts of before. But once again and for today I can't escape the plague of my memories.
By Tony Fresia8 years ago in Poets
I Can't Breathe
Take a look at her face. Do you think she is okay? 51 years old not a wrinkle on her face. But the stress she is Going through would give you a bad day. Have you wondering if it's all really fake. Her childhood was not even okay. I'm in a very small space. Not enough oxygen to breathe. Will I ever get rescued from this place. Living with people who are supposed to be your family just sucking the life out of me.I know its time to go but, my heart will not let me leave. I call on God I guess he or she does not hear me.
By Patricia Taylor8 years ago in Poets
Running Away Free
ANOTHER NIGHT in her skin, emotions floated through the wind. In the corner of her blue eyes everything became a blur. The building ahead of her was no more a structure but a heavy cloud. Facing forward she began to sprint. Legs opening wide, the shoes her feet wore began pounding heavily across the ground causing puddles of tears slashing up her legs. Her pace quickened more until the cold air bit her lungs but the adrenaline coursing through her veins forced her to push further. The harder she pushed the more her legs began to weaken. Screaming bursted out her lungs for that was the only weapon allowed. As her run became longer than it should have, what she imagined was sweat rolling down her face was instead tears rolling down her cheeks. Right now the soles of her shoes were tearing off, disappearing behind her but she was summiting her all to running...away...free.
By T.J. Flores8 years ago in Poets
