As the bird flew amongst the crew,
We watched it change direction,
She thought to herself how much color,
He figured it was injured,
They knew something didn’t seem right;

Riding that wave without care,
Dipping and dodging to the next,
Without doubt if it would ever end,
Effectively moving with no loss of tread,

This innate instinct belongs to the beasts,
He made sure to protect their purpose,
Forgiveness for those with a choice,
An opening perceived as a beautiful dream,

Bleeding with an injured wing from the hawk’s grasp,
His mistake cannot ever be found,
To a hungry nest controlled by the sound,
Following a cellular map wrapped around;

Her cries for justice and sanity could be heard for miles,
He watched her eyes absorb the blast,
Realizing deep down it would not last,
An innocence burned alive ignited by the pain;

A vulnerable moment is all it takes,
A slip in time to the next frame,
Backwards an option for a digital trend,
Catching light a virtual bend,
Cradling this blue jay that met the end;

They stopped and stared,
Searching deep inside another to find reason,
How could this happen to such a thing?
A flawless confidence has disappeared,
Replaced by a doubt.

==
I'm not anywhere
Build an emptiness
Where?
Not in somewhere else
When really i think
I'm not anywhere
==
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Sew your ideals behind your ear and stitch your wishes above your heart
Beware you'll never get what you want
The flames will blow out before the candles even lit
Hold on my friend your speeding towards a deadend
Light always casts shadows but shadows never see the light
Choking on pride because it's to hard to swallow gets you nowhere fast
Open your lungs
Cool your flustered cheeks
If you rant till your lips are numb the things worth hearing flutter out mute
Swallow your swollen pride
For it has not a use but to bruise the inflated ego

Walking handstands on raw palms while longing for a spotlight that has been burned out for years

My own orange tree
In my own garden
Of blueberries, broccoli,
And everything I love without pardon

I will grow my tree
And we will grow in unison
To heaven from a seedling
Amongst the setting sun

Oh glorious orbs of sunlight
In which I will gladly drown
From soil unto great heights
I joyfully match my evening gown

My own lovely sun tree
With branches stretched to swirl
Oh how I wish to be like thee
To golden rays from a shadowed girl

Upon your body
were the littlest
of imperfections
that caused you
to miss the
beauty
and the art
they had created

Scars
Discoloration
Lack of pigment

Combined
they have made
perfection itself

You told me you wanted to be an artist but you do not know how to paint. What you did not know was that you are already an artist, and the first art you have ever painted was the smile across my lips.