Life is for the birds
I feel like I'm slowly being torn apart
Like a flock of vultures are fighting over my flesh
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Taste of victory
When the moon is shining and the stars are full
Let's lie in the grass and smoke a bowl
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To Suffocate
If I could turn back the time when clock's stopped
I feel like I'd be able to put the pieces back together like I was on top
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Waiting...
The smell of disinfectant brings me out of my reverie
I watch poppa as he slowly counts each bead on the rosary
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The Becoming
There's nothing like rain on an old tin roof
That can stir up the smallest truth
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You're Not Just Another Love Song
To me, you're not just another love song
You are the first inhale of the day
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The Beginning
Butterfly wings beat against the window pane
Only silence follows the sound of the rain
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As long as you got me
When love was like a dagger you spoke to me
Only words that I could possibly know
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A Lizards' Tail
Hi I'm a lizard named Sam and I live in a tree
And every year a million people come from around the world to see me
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In Trouble Again
I look through the water and it's crystal clear this time of year
I am swimming down by the catfish Pier
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Impulsive Reaction
Prompt: A Hat-Box Becomes A Stash-Box Or Does It?
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I enjoy reading all different kinds of materials from fan fiction to comic books to Stephen king. I just love reading. I also love writing poetry it is not only my vent in life it is also my passion. I have found writing to be the most benificial way for me to express myself and to express my feelings out loud instead of bottling them up. So please leave me some feedback and I will do like wise. Thank you everyone and please enjoy.)
Iife Is For The Birds
Life is for the birds
I feel like I'm slowly being torn apart
Like a flock of vultures are fighting over my flesh
Honestly I don't even know where to start
I just feel like I need something fresh
I can't live my own life without these birds
Everywhere I go I see their feathers
They make me angry beyond words
They pluck at my body through any weather
I want to be free to live my own life
With out all these crows everywhere
I want to scream at them with a butcher knife
And tell them to stop making the game unfair
The birds follow my every move
They stock my every decision
Like a key fitting into a groove
You have to turn the tumbler with precision
There little beady eyes watch me
So cold and dead inside
I beat my wings trying to get free
I duck and dodge and try to hide
But the birds bring me one thing
Complete darkness
A.D. Small
August 17,2021
Hello Amber, I just read your poem - The Long Road. Beautifully penned......10
Sister. But i painted this trilogy as being the family i wish i had i suppose.
You are welcome for sure it was a very well written piece. Oh this poem is actually the third poem out of a set of 4 they are fiction girl. I do however have 4 older brother an one older si
God bless you Amber. Thank you for reading my poem on Vincent Van Gogh.
With prayers for your mother. May she recover soon. You are a good daughter to your dear parents.
I was surprised to know that your Dad works at the mines. How hard it must be for him. May God protect him.
Sometimes in life you just don't run through another man's corn field.
Raise Hell Eat Cornbread
Life is what you make it! ! ! !
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Love who you are and stay true to yourself.
Be the light you want to see in someone else's dark room.
The grass is always greener on the other side....
Phantoms are fingerprints of the soul.
Live, love, laugh and eat lots of tacos! ! !
Memories are just ghosts that haunt your mind
There's nothing like rain on an old tin roof.
Disney said....To infinity and beyond
I love you to the moon and back
Love is the frequency of magic! ! ! !
Some people only hate you because of the way other people love you.
You should not have to rip yourself into pieces to keep others whole.
The work we do on ourselves become our gift to everyone else.
People swear they're fighting demons when the whole time they're fighting the consequences of there choices.
Anger lies in demon's castles
You can't beat facts not even with a stick! ! !
Indeed said the bag of weed to the lonely stoner on the hill! ! ! !
Let's beat it like a Cherokee drum.
Let's beat it like an egg in a pan.
Let's beat it like a Michael Jackson song.
Ain't nothing like a spring morning! ! !
If life gives you lemons make cornbread.
That's more legit than Tony the Tiger's addiction to Frosted Flakes.
I'm too blessed to be stressed.
Let's beat it like a wet newspaper.
I got the skills that pay the bills.
Thank you very much friend