Twin birds,
Each with a different song
On the same branch
Twin birds,
One white, the other black
Both the same beak
Twin birds,
Face each other with comradery
each with wings
Can fly to a different tree
But choose to stay
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
Airtight
I cannot breathe
A cold stare,
From my own gaze-
Smothers my thought
And leaves me tripping-
On my own breath
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Clean walls,
Clear mind
The white trim,
The crisp bed
Create a symphony of silence.
And I can think again.
And I can breathe again.
For it is here I can make my own music.
Strong words,
expressive voice
cacophonous whisper,
silent scream
In the clean walls,
In the white trim
under the crisp bed,
In the silence
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC