#emotiona - Hello Poetry

caged bird - is starring into the horizon dreaming of the touch of the luminous sun a wingless creature, terrified her prison will be swept away into a cruel, humid coffin ...how high can a mockingbird fly? in twilight hush's, a silhouette's hasty and restless strides, do not want to stop. the girl is darting to her death as if there was an expiration date - only that she set it for herself she walks the line where the shadows close her eyes scanned the surroundings, weary of undesired company the place is empty and she resolutely starts taking her steps with more urgency ....how high can a mockingbird fly? in the cage, a feather departed on the vexing floor the puppeteer toying with the girl's body is moving her ahead to the guardrails a futile endeavour is made to drift away by the bird now she is not a bird, but collapsed heap of flesh and breakables bones ....how high can a mockingbird fly? a jelly leg is now levitating above the edge, bleeding finger tips have asked the waves crashed on the shore, to seal a forbidden agreement she s promised they will be at their highest when she is ready to let go and later be entombment ....how high can a mockingbird fly?

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Oct 1, 2024

Oct 1, 2024 at 9:43 AM UTC

werewolvesspillingink

How High Can a Mockingbird Fly?

caged bird - is starring into the horizon dreaming of the touch of the luminous sun a wingless creature, terrified her prison will be swept away into a cruel, humid coffin ...how high can a mockingbird fly? in twilight hush's, a silhouette's hasty and restless strides, do not want to stop. the girl is darting to her death as if there was an expiration date - only that she set it for herself she walks the line where the shadows close her eyes scanned the surroundings, weary of undesired company the place is empty and she resolutely starts taking her steps with more urgency ....how high can a mockingbird fly? in the cage, a feather departed on the vexing floor the puppeteer toying with the girl's body is moving her ahead to the guardrails a futile endeavour is made to drift away by the bird now she is not a bird, but collapsed heap of flesh and breakables bones ....how high can a mockingbird fly? a jelly leg is now levitating above the edge, bleeding finger tips have asked the waves crashed on the shore, to seal a forbidden agreement she s promised they will be at their highest when she is ready to let go and later be entombment ....how high can a mockingbird fly?

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When the car door shut & lock clicked on I step on the gas, home is the destination Fingers hanging around the streering wheels I am the prodigal daughter sending mom to her workplace Solitude is greatest gift, riding solo in my black four wheels Radio playing but silences gulping Every turns, every slam on the break How mesmerizing the way muscle memory takes over Bandung, Here we go again, my dearest hometown Glorified as romance blooming town Humble city where poor, rich, & in between live side-by-side Some landmarks greet me like old friends While much has changed, much remains the same Blury lights surrounded by the dark sky Everything is achingly familiar Nostalgia decided to popped up in the middle of this crowded road Stillness of traffic, is so relaxing yet emotions tighten my throat The friction between my skin & the seat belt that pinned me feels real My memory banks wanders, hunting for some scenarios I buried down deep My falling out with you The red lights of the traffic light feels like forever My fingertips left a steam circle on cold the window pane Honey, were you sweet on the surface, like javanese giving false compliments just to be polite? Did you really loved me when you gave me those goodnight kisses? Were all of these time 'we are' only a forced kinship? Do you ever regret leaving me for your ego? Do you remember me? Do you ever wanted to contact me? Was my presence not significant enough in your life? Was the distance washed away all the connection we grew over the years ? Our "seperate lives" is not to blame. I never found proof, you play innocence all the time I shrinked, I feel small, hurt, guilty Switching gears, speeding up, exploring familiar neigboorhood Heart feels heavy, moral compass kicked in Wish I could ran away from my gross inaccuracies assumptions Eyes sting, teardrop slipping Eyes on the road, won't even blink I asked myself for the millionth time, if it's really worth the grief I'm fine, nothing to lose I got a way much better person that love me now, so why you still haunts me Accepting, the universe is filtering you out of my life for a good cause When we're both good enough our path may cross again I'm still adjusting, please understand Nope, I don't want you back, at all You disgust me, it's Bandung that fed me up with this nostalgic spiral I'm leaving While much has changed, much remains the same.

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Jul 21, 2019

Jul 21, 2019 at 4:34 AM UTC

megittaignacia

Bandung from a driver seat

When the car door shut & lock clicked on I step on the gas, home is the destination Fingers hanging around the streering wheels I am the prodigal daughter sending mom to her workplace Solitude is greatest gift, riding solo in my black four wheels Radio playing but silences gulping Every turns, every slam on the break How mesmerizing the way muscle memory takes over Bandung, Here we go again, my dearest hometown Glorified as romance blooming town Humble city where poor, rich, & in between live side-by-side Some landmarks greet me like old friends While much has changed, much remains the same Blury lights surrounded by the dark sky Everything is achingly familiar Nostalgia decided to popped up in the middle of this crowded road Stillness of traffic, is so relaxing yet emotions tighten my throat The friction between my skin & the seat belt that pinned me feels real My memory banks wanders, hunting for some scenarios I buried down deep My falling out with you The red lights of the traffic light feels like forever My fingertips left a steam circle on cold the window pane Honey, were you sweet on the surface, like javanese giving false compliments just to be polite? Did you really loved me when you gave me those goodnight kisses? Were all of these time 'we are' only a forced kinship? Do you ever regret leaving me for your ego? Do you remember me? Do you ever wanted to contact me? Was my presence not significant enough in your life? Was the distance washed away all the connection we grew over the years ? Our "seperate lives" is not to blame. I never found proof, you play innocence all the time I shrinked, I feel small, hurt, guilty Switching gears, speeding up, exploring familiar neigboorhood Heart feels heavy, moral compass kicked in Wish I could ran away from my gross inaccuracies assumptions Eyes sting, teardrop slipping Eyes on the road, won't even blink I asked myself for the millionth time, if it's really worth the grief I'm fine, nothing to lose I got a way much better person that love me now, so why you still haunts me Accepting, the universe is filtering you out of my life for a good cause When we're both good enough our path may cross again I'm still adjusting, please understand Nope, I don't want you back, at all You disgust me, it's Bandung that fed me up with this nostalgic spiral I'm leaving While much has changed, much remains the same.

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I'm sorry if I'm putting to rest, my heart that got tired from waiting and waiting. So in the last moments that I'm feeling your embrace, Can I pretend that you are still mine? I will keep on hoping until you return, I will keep on hoping even though it hurts. Maybe I will see you again When the sun rises, when the night ends. If I don't force what is not yet for me, Maybe it will come back to me. You're free now... I will drop my weapons and back down from the fight. Not because I'm a coward but because I love you, It's hard to fight against the "swords" of the clock. If I continue to hold on, it will just bring more pain. You're free.

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Apr 30, 2019

Apr 30, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC

foolsparadise

you're free

I'm sorry if I'm putting to rest, my heart that got tired from waiting and waiting. So in the last moments that I'm feeling your embrace, Can I pretend that you are still mine? I will keep on hoping until you return, I will keep on hoping even though it hurts. Maybe I will see you again When the sun rises, when the night ends. If I don't force what is not yet for me, Maybe it will come back to me. You're free now... I will drop my weapons and back down from the fight. Not because I'm a coward but because I love you, It's hard to fight against the "swords" of the clock. If I continue to hold on, it will just bring more pain. You're free.

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The room we shared our first laughs in, our first hugs, our first touches, our first kisses. Wasn't it precious? grounded in reality but fulfilled through fantasy. the shallow breaths we both shared, the way our bodies pressed together, discovering one another and learning the bounds of our movements, the curves of our hips and tides of our love, the way our bodies responded to our words, our lips, our tongues. the bedroom is where we gave ourselves to one another, the place where we could share that of our deepest secrets and desires, the place where I felt safe with you. don't you remember that? you must, if not, maybe it was im fact memories grounded in fantasy instead of memories grounded in reality.

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Aug 20, 2018

Aug 20, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC

tapestry

; Bedroom

The room we shared our first laughs in, our first hugs, our first touches, our first kisses. Wasn't it precious? grounded in reality but fulfilled through fantasy. the shallow breaths we both shared, the way our bodies pressed together, discovering one another and learning the bounds of our movements, the curves of our hips and tides of our love, the way our bodies responded to our words, our lips, our tongues. the bedroom is where we gave ourselves to one another, the place where we could share that of our deepest secrets and desires, the place where I felt safe with you. don't you remember that? you must, if not, maybe it was im fact memories grounded in fantasy instead of memories grounded in reality.

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