LittleFreeBird

LittleFreeBird Oct 2014

A Question To All Those Who Are Never Satisfied

And I do wonder
Why it is
I'm never enough?

#tenwordquestion

LittleFreeBird Oct 2014

A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium

A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple

A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains

A poet
Is Poetry

LittleFreeBird Oct 2014

Violated

Hands where
They are not welcome
Against flesh too young
And too willing to please
Pushing to break the last barrier
That separates
Innocence
From exploitation
Lips parting what should be closed
Taking what is not theirs
And can never be given back
A body demands
As the other yields
Bending to its will
And calling it "love"

LittleFreeBird Oct 2014

Our First Kiss In Ten Words

And in that moment
We fell
Hopelessly, deeply in love

LittleFreeBird Oct 2014

Thank You, Depression

I never thought
the day would come
when words failed me
or my verses lay blank
unwritten on the page
but you have stolen
even that from me
my words are
the only thing sacred
I have
the only way
to free myself
my words
are the only things
that are mine
now
my hands refuse to pick up a pen
and I am left
to drown

LittleFreeBird Sep 2014

When You

When you kiss me
Do you taste
The words left dead on my lips
A mouthful of ghosts?

When you breathe me in
Do you fill your lungs
Then choke me down
Like a shot of whiskey?

When you touch me
Do you trace your fingers
Along the signature
Depression left on my arms?

When you hold me
Do you feel all the pieces
That won’t ever be put back together
Can you tell
That’s the way I was made?

I’m not broken
Because I was never whole
In the first place.

LittleFreeBird Sep 2014

Through Her Eyes

Fingertips brushing
Freedom

Scars make regrets
And mistakes are in the past

But dream on
Little dreamer
Keep your hands held out
And eyes open

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Open eyes
And out held hands
Dreaming little dreams

But the past is in mistakes
And regret makes scars

Freedom
Brushing
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