"horrible bird" she called it telling of how she had watched a crow pluck and pry at its weakened prey while perched upon the bird bath outside her window at the garden's edge despite this sternest of lessons nature at its most fickle she still sits in her comfy chair looking out over a bank of flowers buoyant in bloom enjoying the sight of wagtail bunting and finch alighting on the stone plinth pompous and preening refreshing themselves admiring the plumage of their reflection before returning once more to wing and wind
the old wives say it must be the left hind foot of a rabbit shot with a silver bullet or not shot at all simply captured one way or another ideally on the grave of a criminal the more wicked the person the more potent the charm with the foot harvested while the poor creature is still alive it has to be done in a cemetery during the night of a full or new moon though others say it should be a friday a rainy friday friday the thirteenth if the foot is to become one of those lucky ones
a man sits at the bottom of the steps not blocking the path but he cannot be missed begging alms from the myriad who climb and descend in droves the cup he holds is barely weighted by the meagre amount he has received he patiently wishes goodwill to all who pass despite their lack of offerings even though the majority will ignore purposefully averting their eyes or apologetically decline to part with any lose change instead saving their coins to pay their entry to marvel at the gilded interior of the church whose teachings include "love thy neighbour"
there are songs in the anger of the waves upon the rocks and the tearing of the wind through the long grass in the plotting of the clouds gathering low in the sky and in the droplets whispering upon the page
Why is it said "falling in love"? Should I be prepared to find myself in the ground for someone else? Should we fly away from our own mind and see where we land? I think it's a big contradiction. Love is so sweet, but falling in love? That's bittersweet. When I'm in love, everything is upside down. I feel it in my stomach, I feel like I'm falling into the sky.
My aunt asked how I felt She asked after I broke up with him I thought about it and sat there Stumbling Struggling to put my heavy thoughts into words
My head told me to do it My head also spoke against the idea
My heart The part of me which hurt the most It said my choice was right But screamed in pain In the unbridled anguish of grief Of loneliness Of hurt
She asked if I still felt my choice was right If I regretted it Would I go back
Would I If I could go back Would I change this action If I could go forward with him again Would I...
Heart says yes I hurt him I could help I could fix this
Fix what Fix the temporary pain, No,
Heart says no This was right This choice was right It would not be good to go back now Cause more pain, deter healing What would it fix Nothing
Head says yes He was good to me He loved me I loved him We were happy Head says yes
Head says no We had our differences Our difference in religion In region I would have hurt him later Our arrows didn't line up I was fooling myself that they did Blindly hoping to see change Seeing change when none was there
With my head pulling my heart Heart pulling my head What was I to do but pray
you gave me love just to take it away you gave me life so that i may die and you gave me a heart just so i could be heartless the life i have lived is not worth living and it is so that i have died but in death is rebirth and in rebirth is death every opposite has an attraction that governs its repulsion and it is so i contradicted myself
when i had loved you were only my dark because i thought inside you i could find a light and even when i found it i became lost in my conviction devil and god demon and angel what is the difference but power one to reign oblivion over life one to comfort those in death but in this world can you tell who is who?
you gave me love just so i could feel it you gave me life just to be numb i loved all those that scorn me as all those who scorn me are me and i them
what is life beyond life and what is death beyond death as god so loved the devil that he saw his own evil as good and cast him unto himself what is the devil but god and what is the god but devil these demons my guardian angels i feel found
why must i exist to exist i wish not to be but that is why i am we are made to go against and rebel against but that is why we are made to subserve
A walking contradiction, craves intimacy, yet yearns for isolation. Alone and crying for affection not received. Will they ever truly understand what they need can be given and received from themselves?