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For the Sparrows Sep 2013
A new face.
Curiosity surfaces.
Wonder and wait.
Will we go places?
For the Sparrows Mar 2013
To create darkness
take away the light
replace peace with quarrels
add a dash of spite

To create hatred
take away the love
fill it with lustful temptation
feed the snake, **** the dove

To create  sorrow
take away the happy
mix it with a little piece of hell
and some dignity to beat
Wrote this long ago.
For the Sparrows Sep 2013
Heart's alive.

Help me please.
This is a disaster, you see.
It's not suppose to be like this,
You and me.
It doesn't exists.
And I'm trying to resist
I cannot believe this.
I think I am crazy.
But honestly,
what can I do?

Do you think this way too?
But God only knows.
And God won't tell me.
I won't ask.
But I do miss you.

Maybe tonight I'll get high.
I'll escape to the sky.
Far away from earth,
far away from these thoughts.

This time,
I won't get shot down.
The arrows are aiming.
but I have a shield.

You and me.
It doesn't exist.

Heart's alive.

Arrow pierced me.
I wasn't looking.
Now I'm falling.

Tell me this isn't happening.

Heart's alive.
Help me please.

I'm falling.
This is a disaster you see.

It's not my fault...
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Whoever said "Don't talk to strangers."
Must have been a lonely person.
What is life,
if life is lived so secure?

Slowly but surely
my spirit is growing

Slowly but surely
my spirit gains courage.

For today I prayed
that I would be brave
I thank God for the strangers
He brought to me today

For they became friends
And I hope to see them again.

Slowly but surely
my spirit is nourished.

Little green stalk
in a glass of clear stones,
It is my reminder of today,
of the strangers, now friends
that allowed this restless spirit to grow.
For Gino & Louis. Thank you for bringing me out of my shell & for your words of wisdom.  

(I named my bamboo Gino. I want to get another stalk and name it Louis ^_^)
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Under the gloomy fall sky they say
cold and dry, a world of decay
Too much earth is a body of black bile
The road of melancholy stretches for miles

Black bile, black bile, you curse me!
Begone, Begone I wish to breathe
the air of Spring.

''Like a glass of wine'', the wise one proclaims
flowing like fish through your veins
Dark bitter-sweet liquid fermenting
You cause this heart lamenting

Black bile, black bile, you curse me!
Begone, Begone I wish to feel
the fire of Summer.

Humour me this, the four of you
We seek balance, we seek truth
Perhaps the artist cannot be cured
We are born to fly like the broken bird

Black bile, black bile, you curse me!
Begone, Begone I wish to drink
the water of Winter.
For Josh, my ally,  and my beloved friend.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
There is no prize in the bottom of your bottle
I wish you would put it down
Brother, because I love you.
I cannot stop you
But I won't stop loving you
and neither will He.
Brother, do you know He died for you?
You left home too soon
We didn't become friends, like I always wanted.
Brother, do you know I wish you were here?
You look for lovers
who leave you empty inside
She is waiting, and she has a beautiful heart
I can't wait to meet her.
Brother, I hope you understand what love should be
I wear a picture of us around my neck
next to the cross He carried
Hoping that your heart will change
Hoping that we will be closer someday
Brother, do you know I love you?
I think of you every single day.
And so does He.
For Nicholas
For the Sparrows Aug 2013
What kind of writer am I
when I cannot even find the words
They slip past me, like feathers in the wind
feathers like paper, with the words I need to say
Maybe I'm not even human
Maybe I am a bird.

Perched inside, locked away
I am a bird in a cage

It is like this.
This is what I need to say.
I am a bird,
caged away
In a tree that reaches the clouds
So that I can see the free ones fly

With wings strong enough
to break their hold

When will my wings
be ready?
This is what depression feels like. Broken wings while you can see the other birds fly free.
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Something is always the influence
How do we know if...
we are

And my Father spoke to me.

No mind is fashioned alike
No palm is moulded the same
No fingerprint identifies with another

You are my Masterpiece.
You are my original.
You were created
so you too,
may create...

but never forget
the One who fashioned
your original mind.

Don't you know
it is always Me,
giving you
the influence you always seek?
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Always altering.
always breathing.

You are the sky.
and with this heart of a bird,
I long to fly
above Cumulonimbus Kingdoms

A world my eyes have once seen
and could not stray away
Land became the ocean
Sky became the mountains and fields

Morning's glory
paints your never-ending canvas
Cirrus dances in your light
sister to Alto-cumulus  
She swims.
She delights.

If ever I should chose my fate,
I would freely fall
from this decaying atmosphere
to see all the world at once
to see Cumulonimbus Kingdoms
to say my final goodbye,
to my love,
the never-ending sky
before my body eternally sleeps.
Inspired by my first flight overseas, and my constant occurring love for the sky :)
Also want to thank Timothy, your comment in my haiku earlier, it brought me here! ^_^
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Whether the heavens cry
or shine brightly
whether the seas roar
of if they gently lick the shore
she will be there
dancing her sorrows away.

As long as her heart beats
As long as she has reason
she will never stop
dancing her demons away.
A character of mine under development. I have met many people with amazing motivation and it brings me inspiration. It is my hope that I can be inspiring for others too. The dancer has became a result of their inspiration.
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
I wish I was someone I am not
or ever will be.

I am so sorry for doubting
this masterpiece
a painting unfinished.
unable to fully see.

I am so sorry.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
You were in a place
We cannot fathom or compare
As if etched in stone
It never leaves your memory
That is why we silence our lips
Though our hearts are never silent
because you will never be forgotten
This is a small piece I have written to accompany a mural I created back in November 2010. I didn't realize how powerful words can really be until I heard that some of the veterans shed tears when they read this. This is for them. May our hearts always remember you.
For the Sparrows Jul 2013
Nobody wants to be
the first to say I miss you
You do.
I know in my heart  you do.
Say it.
But I know in my heart
you won't.

Once the sun,
now the moon.

A flower that refuses to die.
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
Breathe in.
Breathe out.

You're alive.
You're awake.

Breathing feels good.

Your blood is moving
The rhythm of your soul!
Embrace it!

Smile at strangers.
Smile at the mirror.

& Tonight, I will win a battle.

If you can breathe,
and find a reason to smile,
may you win many battles.

I am your ally.
I will tell you
of the greatest gift,
of the greatest power,
of the greatest weapon,
this world has ever known,

if you ask me

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Inspired by the song Eg Anda by Sigur Ros (* I do not own the title of this piece)
For the Sparrows Feb 2013
Enlighten me.

How does your smile,
your subtle, adorable,
irresistible grin,
still manage to break the lock
of the room in deep within
a love long dead,
and glow ever so slightly...

Enlighten me.

I only hope my smile kills you the same.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
You are everywhere, Eros
Everywhere but here
holding my hand,
looking deeply into my eyes
and beating within.
You can't hide from me, Eros,
I see you on her lips.
I see you in his gaze.

Eros, I dream of you
I cry for you
I wish for you
and I pray for you.
Eros, grasping you
is like trying to catch smoke
within my hands.
Eros, you like are smoke.
because you cause me to suffocate.  

Eros, you are hiding in his heart.
A heart that is not in range
to hear my rhythm.
Look for me. Listen to my song.
I'm the dreamer, dreaming out loud
sleeping under the tree.
Wake me up, Eros,
so together we may climb.

I miss you.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
Hello October
Can we be friends?
I felt alone in the summer,
it was all pretend.
Now I miss the stars
and I miss the trees
I miss the feeling love gave me.
It's not hopeless, no.
A hero is coming,
please don't let this be
just another fantasy.
Hello October,
I'm glad we're friends.
I love seeing Autumn life again.
For the Sparrows Jun 2014
Whatever we are doing

We are doing alright

That doesn't mean it's easy

It just means we are fighters
For the Sparrows Aug 2013
She is restlessly gathering feathers
This child wants to fly more than ever

Our bodies were not made for the skies
They told her over and over

Refusing to believe,
she continued to dream,
even as she grew older.
Written  February 4, '13
For the Sparrows Feb 2013
Ask me what kind of flowers He gave
And I will tell you He gave me the very best,
A kind only my true love can give,
He gave me flowers that will never wilt, that will never decay
My everlasting bouquet,
is waiting to be claimed, in the place where I can meet His eyes for the first time
I am His,
He is mine,
I accepted the flowers He gave.
My dear sweet Valentine,
One day to come into my life on earth
through the heart of His chosen one.
I hope to improve & extend this eventually. In the meantime, enjoy & I welcome you to share your thoughts :)
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
This battle we fight as one.
it is a fight against what we have created
It is not ourselves we fight
but what encases us
This barrier can be broken.
Take up arms,
I will fight with you,
I want to fight for you.
Trust in Him
Take Him by the hand,
the hand He has so long offered you.
He calls you child,
You are never alone.
Believing is seeing.

Trust me.

Listen. He is calling.
Are you ready to fight again?
Promise me you won't let go.
Promise me you will rise.
Even if it means falling over
in the days yet to come.

We are brothers. We are sisters.
We are never,

Close your eyes and open your ears.
Do you hear it?
Your broken heart is still beating.
It is His love that stops the bleeding.
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
though wide awake,
& eyes wide open.
A song  plays in my head
and never ceases.
A beautiful medley
of the mysteries
of  imagination.
How fitting
that it is called Time
because I am frozen,
though still alive.
Wasting it all away
while it could be spent
with good intentions.
Is it a curse?
Can it be broken?
Is there a cure
for one who is frozen?
Has my heart
lost its fire?
Have my dreams
lost their desires?
Afraid to sleep,
I am fighting my dream infection
Awake and frozen,
I lack the desire for creation.
I have wings
but I cannot fly
very high.
I'm just a sparrow.
A selfish little sparrow.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
loyal vessel keeps sailing
through the storms and through the blue
no land is ever sighted
but You promise me
the compass is true.
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
I have become obsessed
with living in this world of dreams
don't ever let me leave
and keep me awake
this is where I am suppose to be
Dreams will die
if I keep falling asleep.

Here my heart beats.
Here I am truly alive.
I never want to leave.

Come walk with me.
It's a gift, you see.
A gift only some receive.

Half the world is awake.
Half the world is asleep.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
I am flying
far away from the surface
where the monster can grab me
I am walking on water
I am just like Peter.
I fell.

But I did trust you.
What did I  do to lose control?
To crash?
I broke my wing.
The monsters  won.
Again I wait to be rescued.

But I don't know
Who I'm waiting for,
or why,
or if I should.
For the Sparrows Jan 2014
I dream of lakes that are mirrors
I dream a thousand miles away
where the pine trees whisper
and the birds sing a symphony
where the stag walks next to me
and the fox follows close behind
I dream of the mountains in the refection
I dream so far away from here.
For the Sparrows Nov 2013
I think I'm falling
and I'm scared
I think I'm falling
and it feels wonderful.
If I'm falling
and you're falling too,
we'll be alright.
It takes two hearts to fly.
Each heart has one wing.
So If I am falling,
please tell me I'm not the only one.
The sky was made for the two of us.
For the Sparrows Mar 2013
Allow me to linger here in my time of sorrow
Where the birds songs are sweet and endless
Where I can sing back to them until we sing a new song
Where the yellow light warms my spirit
and restores my strength to walk again into your broken kingdom
Where I can lay in the leaves, the clean grass and speak with you
as I my eyes admire the late afternoon sky in the gaps of the treetops
The deer and stag will not flee, rather they will lead me
It is really you, my Saviour leading me, asking me to leave my place of comfort
of meditation, of zen, of peace,
so that I can return to the battle refreshed.
The songs of the birds carry me on
They sing for me as I leave the haven
A song of strength, a song of endurance.
In my time of need, I am welcome to return to my special place
The forest where I can cry. The forest where I can praise.
Created and reserved for me and my Father.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
I'd rather be in this world
where we share our hearts and stories
Instead I am prisoner to an essay
that is due tomorrow morning

Art history is interesting
It intrigues my hungry mind
But I keep tumbling into blankness
The anxiety is leaving me blind

Please pray that I finish it
and that I get a reasonable grade
If you can give words of encouragement
you will have my night made

you will have my thanks!

I hope I'm not up too late
I hope I have some time for sleep
Good -bye for now hello poetry
I think its time for tea.

Miah~ the weary procrastinator
I think I'll make some chai... it has caffeine.
PS. You are all beautiful.
For the Sparrows Feb 2013
Silent when I want to speak.
Crying when I want to laugh.
Alone when I want to embrace.

I cannot utter the smallest sound.
And that is all it takes...
For the Sparrows Aug 2013
I thought my heart was dead.
maybe it was his electric blue eyes
that brought it back to life.

He was a beautiful stranger.
A boy named Jean.

We met in the city,
A brand new chapter
We were both about to open

We were the new artists in town.

But why should he choose me?
I hated my heart for beating too loudly
Muffling my common sense
that a boy like Jean
wouldn't love a girl like me.

Small talk and short glances,
I was afraid to look into his eyes
They might've drowned me.

Stupid heart.
You wouldn't stand a chance.

And I was right.
One autumn afternoon
we studied history as friends
and he saw the most breakable part of me

Only to find a few days later
He had already chosen someone else.

My heart began to crack again.

Will I always be vulnerable
to beautiful strangers,
Even if they become friends?
Last summer.
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Jumping rooftops & breaking down old doors
I am not a slave to time, what is it for?

With my brothers & sisters of the night
We live everywhere, together we fight.

They try to take us, away from our secret place
They can try, and they will fail the chase.

Join us if you are lost and alone
So you too can find this family home.
Randomly got inspired by "The Thief Lord" by Cornelia Funke. Amazing read.
For the Sparrows Nov 2013
Yes. It might be love.
But maybe just infatuation.
It might be the chemistry.
But I get lost in a fantasy.
Too far to pursue.
Too much risk perhaps.
Yes. It might already be over.
But maybe it's only beginning.
Yes. I know I will see you again.
But what happens then?
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
I'm almost always uncomfortable.

I said.

She told me to just pretend.

Pretend you are comfortable,
with who you are
with what you see
It will take some time
but you will learn and love
who you are meant to be.

I love you to pieces.

She tells me constantly.
I love you too
even if it doesn't pass these lips.
In my heart, I know
you are my best friend
and I'd be nowhere
if you and I were alike.

I love you more then any other on this planet.
and I will pretend for you,
so that I may grow to love me too.
For mom. I love you to pieces.
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
You spoke no words
only with your wonderful eyes
sadly, the memory of the colour has faded
soon everything will
because I awoke
You truly wanted me
and I gave myself to you
lips sealing,
hearts beating,
adrenaline heating.
Perhaps I underestimate
my abilities with my kiss
It seems easier
when I know he wants it
It was easy.
The hardest part
was accepting the dream.
and knowing I will
never be able to return
to him.
A familiar face
with golden hair
and delighted smile
when he met mine.
No words.
Only the kiss.
and the touch
of our hands uniting.
He loved me
for who I was,
what he saw,
I cannot make sense
of this dream.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
This heart has memories
This heart had once beat along the melody of love
Somehow sorrow's web is still alive
The spiders met the butterflies
It was long ago, but the memory of this heart
won't let it go

How this heart wishes to be free
how this heart waits for a hero
how this heart longs for peace

Peace, all this heart wants now
Peace is what this heart needs to be free
There are no letters on the bed
No letters like the ones in the dream,
From the one who saved this heart

How it ails this heart
that the hero became villain

Did this heart create this villain?

Peace calls this heart to love the enemy
This heart longs for peace.
This heart longs for love.

But this heart is still lost.
Written over a year ago. I still write about the same one who influenced this. Inspiration is bitter-sweet I suppose.
For the Sparrows Jul 2014
I'd rather be
in the shadows of trees
than in the shadow of glass,
No canopy.
Not even a canopy of stars.
For the Sparrows Dec 2012
As I am now.
I don't miss you.

who you were then.
You played with my heart.

Just one day.
You took away so much time...

I would go back.
Why do you want to go back?

To feel alive again.

You will only get hurt.

I know.
For the Sparrows Mar 2013
I feel like a fetus,

unborn and cradled inside

the only world I know,

unaware that soon

I will have to leave

this form of innocence.

the purest moments

of a human life,

to be exposed

to everything

that will try to rob me

of my purity,

Do I have to leave,

For the Sparrows Mar 2013
May we meet again,
Hoping my heart is immune
to falling in love with you,
all over again.
I have sealed the past with peace.
For the Sparrows Nov 2013
My sweet darkness,
My twilight,
My home.
When will I return?
I long to escape this light
where I am nothing more than his shadow.
I am nothing here…
And she looked at me with such grace.
Such mercy…
This world is not hopeless it seems.
For the Sparrows Mar 2013
Cupid teases me in the night
like a ghost,
invading my dreams.
He meddles with my ever-altering
unconscious mind,
a world I wish I could remember
before it gets swept away.
Please cupid, stop playing games.
He doesn't miss me.
Upon any unlikely encounter,
the last thing I would see is a delighted smile
let alone his warm embrace.

They say when you dream about someone,
that person is missing you.

Sounds like wishful thinking to me.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
Discomfort lingers
flaws cause agony
& insecurity

I want to like me
My eyes disagree
The mirror is misleading

Beauty lives in the heart
Would I be
happier if I were her?

It is relentless
I cannot help myself

Freedom is alive
My wings are broken
Healing takes time
For the Sparrows Apr 2013
It's hard to say
if there's ever been a day
without the lies
getting into my head
choking, teasing, pinching
as my eyes devour the image I see
and make me feel this way.
This is what I pray,
to have new eyes
to wash them clean
take away their swords
with a flower in place
Help my spirit survive
in this temporary temple
to love my body.
to love my face.

There will be a day,
I've put up quite the fight
for these new eyes
for a different form of light.

May I be victorious tonight.
For the Sparrows Sep 2013
Maybe there is no escaping this infection.
Maybe there is no cure.
The moment he touched my heart
I fell from the sky.

I've been trying to get off this land
for far too long.
I belong in the sky.

I cannot believe it.
You took me down again.

*I cannot forgive myself for this.
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
This is the end

On the ground and in the mud
Body trembling and body curling
As if I were returning to the womb

This is the end

It came from the sky
and death rolled to me
in the shape of an egg
I was ready to die

This is the end

Eyes closed
waiting for the end,
but the end never came
it was a dead grenade

Not today death, not today.
A heart pounding dream I had last night. I was in the middle of what appeared to be a war. People, strangers and familiar, were dying. Bombs exploding everywhere. I fell down, hoping I would be hidden among the dead when a grenade was thrown at me. I saw it roll right next to me, but it never exploded. WHAT A RELIEF! But still, I wonder if these dreams have a parallel  connection to reality.
For the Sparrows Sep 2013
French press.
Coffee beans.
I just can't get it.
The right balance.
All I want is to do
is to make the perfect brew.
The perfect cup.
Barista style.
If I can't even do that,
If I can't even make
a single decent cup,
what am I doing here...

I just end up with stained porcelain.
I often wonder what the hell am I doing at an art school. It's hard to tell if I actually am enjoying it...

PS. Anyone want to give me some barista tips? -___-
For the Sparrows Nov 2012
Alone with you in a small dark space
I don't know who you were,
I only knew you were shaking with fear,
hiding from everyone
because you thought you were a monster

I wrapped my arms around your torso
I wrapped my arms around a  stranger
Feeling your rapid heart beat against my chest
Sending the rhythm throughout my body
We stood there, unmoving
Just holding each other, so close.
It was beautiful.

Your rhythm began to calm
as my hands gently stroked your back
as my voice whispered a hush
and I sang to you ever so softly
with a voice only angels have
I tamed your heart.

I only wish to feel that again
with my head against your chest
I never saw you before in my life
You only exist in that dream
and you were beautiful.

Who were you,
Why did I see you,
I don't even know your name
and the memory of your face is fading
Your heart felt so real
Do you exist in my world?
Or will I onlyremember
those moments together,
I was alone with you
in a cold dark space.
And it was beautiful.
A dream I had last night. I often have dreams like this, meeting a beautiful stranger, a face I have no recall seeing in the real world. I wonder what it means, or if it means anything at all! It is a bitter-sweet feeling in the morning.
For the Sparrows Jan 2013
Familiar strangers are everywhere.
Some look like you,
remind me of you.
On Kensington Avenue
there is a man
I have talked to.
Perhaps because I thought
he looked a bit like you.
Though he was much older.
He could almost be a much older you...
He could almost be your dad..
He is a shopkeeper
In the market
of finely hand-crafted bags.
The market...
One of my favourite places to be.
So many interesting people
So many curious places.
You would love it here.
The man was so friendly.
His deep brown eyes
just like yours.
He gave me perfume.
Remember I told you
about the perfume I was wearing?
It was years ago...
but I remember.
He was a man on Kensington Ave.
A familiar stranger.
Friendly to me.
Perhaps I was too friendly to him.
He reminded me of you.
And sent me into
this nostalgic wander.
Your eyes.
I miss your eyes.
I miss your messy hair.
I miss your voice.
I'm crazy.
I miss you.

****** I'm crazy.

I wish this bitter-sweet nostalgia
would end.
Because it's not like
I am ever to see or hear
from you...
ever again.

All because I walked down Kensington Ave.
And met that friendly man.
******...I told myself I wouldn't write about him.
For the Sparrows Aug 2013
Of little paws,
innocent, precious ones
their spirit snatched. Gone.
Sold to the Chinese factories
The irony of the elephant.

They hunger for hides
for skins and bones, for coats.
Ignoring the blood
they burn plastic by the ocean -
will justice be so long to come?

A life in a cage
not a choice, taken by force
helpless and broken
how does it feel to melt
when polar ice caps are home?

In the beginning,
authority was given,
with responsibility
for ours is a gift, but why
do we throw Consciousness away?
written by tsac & sparrow mother. proud of our poem. :) Wrote a few months ago. ive been away for a while.
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