We are happy to chirrup with the others but would the peacocks dance with us? Our coats not exotic but shabby and plain And we like being in places close to our nests We love the sky and to breathe the clean air But do not aspire to go where eagles dare Do not pity us, oh great birds of pride Our songs are sweeter- never mind our size For vanity and attention is not why they are sung But to plug the holes you skewered in our hearts
This piece is very close to me. Because between the lines it tells my story. They say I'm alone. But they don't know. I'm a sparrow.
Are you okay? I reply No Oh well society says You don't belong to us With smooth pale faces Secrets are hidden among us Besides you aren't Enough for our Standards Sorry you didn't make the cut You can always apply next year
This is full of metaphors and things representing what society is doing to people. That is something society needs to wake up and realize we are all alike but seperated by our flaws but our flaws shouldn't make us outcasts.
i respect your right to live and to prosper in peace and i encourage you to grow with all the space that you need but is it really necessary to tear up my roots im just trying to be without being moved i wont drink of your water or eat of your plate ill do my fair share to be a decent roommate this garden we share has plenty of room for a few i don't think its fair to be picked on by you so i may not be pedigree im not flawless its true but in the end of the summer you'll see that i bloom so you may not like me i may not be ideal but if you spend a day beside me
you may consider appeal
i wonder how weeds feel in comparison to 'flowers'
that's how its always been. what makes you think that you can change it with no explanation? no reason at all?
you're the water to my fire. you're the lightning to my thunder. you're the cat to my dog. you're the rock to my world. what in the hell makes you think that you can change that without any reasoning behind it?
we've always been there for each other. we know each other like the backs of our hands. you can't do this to me.
its always been you and me. me and you.
but then again, you're you, and i'm me. you're the guy who is so outgoing, loving, loud, and funny, my god are you funny. i'm the girl who always has headphones in. i'm quiet, shy, the outcast, only has like five close friends.
we're from two completely different crowds. maybe it should stay that way.
i'm just not myself right now and don't know how to express it. i just miss him and i can't change that.
Growing up I never really understood The concept of parenthood Cause the adults around me Only pushed their child to be, What they wanted to see Saying 'oh' education is the key Maybe for them, but not for us, And because of this we felt lost Didn't know what to be believe, What to trust Inside us their beliefs were conceived - From a seed they wanted us to grow up into a full grown tree But we were just weeds, fruits couldn't bear on our leaves. You see everyone's not like you or me You can not forsee What they ought to be Not everyone wants a degree Or a fancy living Money driven, life Some may want to be a family loving house wife The heart of the household, Making sure the food's never cold As well as the family The stronghold of the home, the gravity That keeps everything in place Someone who can not be simply replaced. - Others may want to be an artist Even though they may not be the smartest No joke their paintings, the contast, the shadows, are all the sharpest Times of their best and their darkest Can be displayed when their ability is harnessed Simple emotions that are felt, Can be reflected, In their master pieces The quality never decreases - And like me I don't know what this world has in store But I know for sure That a score is just a score And nothing more I will not let it tie me down And have myself be drowned in what others believe, Cause when the time comes my fate will be revealed. And this little **** Will be sure to succeed.
Society is a living animal A cruel beast with a wicked maw Serrated teeth and crooked claws The way it wrangles its undesirables Into the dark corners of its twisted Bowels and forces them into The most demeaning of positions Offering mindless distraction To the masses in the consumer Wasteland of shopping malls or the Cesspool of so-called entertainment Eradicating any potential for Greatness or agency for change Hard labor for the poor Or otherwise selling drugs or *** To eke out an increasingly Meager existence for themselves Keeping them on the periphery Yet constantly prodded by The spears of the public eye Suspended on their crucifix As blood spills to exemplify What's to come to any who Should fall short of its graces