#mockingbird
The blood of a mockingbird dries up,
splattered across the bird bath.
Like a red dot,
on a doe.
It did nothing but sing,
a wild song,
of mercy.
But you can't sell innocence,
so the gun went off.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 3:07 PM UTC
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?
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 9:43 AM UTC
A mockingbird mocks
She hardly hears
The twinkling sound
of stars falling in her eyes
Her mind is too far away
Strayed in the light-speed
of the found and the lost
Dizzy, is she
She feels trapped
Inevitability of the universe
She is just that mockingbird
She hears
The world hears neither of them
But both can pretend
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC
I don’t know if it’s just the bitter cold
or the failure of the liquor to warm my soul,
but there’s frostbite on my lungs and an emptiness deep inside me.
“The future is bright” oh what a lie,
spending every night with my only company; the sky,
the stars lose the fight and even fade when the sun rises high,
and it does so spitefully.
I’ve got unlimited time,
claiming invincibility as a crime.
I’ve got an endless list in rhyme,
but I have no conclusion.
Tell me Scout, is this a joke you were planning?
Boo Radley’s tree is not for hanging.
Gritted teeth and fists are banging.
I’ve got unlimited time,
but no energy left for the climb.
I’ve got never ending points to chime,
but it’s all an illusion.
Tell me Scout, is this a joke I’m not understanding?
Boo Radley’s tree is not for hanging.
Dodging punches and slurs they’ve all been slanging.
I evaluated the situation up and down, left and right,
and I still don’t think it’s accurate of that night,
‘cause the level was too hard when I meant to choose beginner.
I tried to hold your interest with all my might,
but I noticed your eyes drastically dim in light,
the screen flashed “game over” before we were even done dinner.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 8:37 PM UTC
Mocking bird do not
go to the grinning sun and
tell him my secret
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Dear Ed,
you Kate,
Ted,
Do you sometimes wish you didn't know how some things were just so?
Yours sincerely,
Kaydee.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
Have you ever just seen the normal things?
I mean really see them
Like the intricately woven fingers of a Conifer leaf
The riveting shades of green that changes like the colour of the ocean
The light green spills over the dark, in a wild but beautiful contrast
Like the smokey rust of an autumn orange leaf
Falling ambivalently
Where the wind blows
Like the crisp ruby of a freshly picked raspberry
The deep, angry knots locked in wood
Or the spiralling beanstalk, climbing and reaching
The plume of colour from a flower
Pebbles lapping against a woven patio
Understand.
Perspective.
Take some time to really see something, for the first time.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
The head fuckery of societies rules.
The indoctrination in our schools
has led to the homeless on our streets while politicians count their seats.
The privileged few, too rich to mention
fail to reveal their true intention.
The NHS setup to break by psychopaths all on the take.
Big business stripped of all its gold,
no pension funds left for the old.
Big pharma, they don't miss a trick,
they're making you & I feel sick.
They push the pills that ring the tills
even though they know it kills.
With the best advice and greatest will
our kids are on **** & fentanyl.
While we're divided black & white,
we'd never stand up to their might
So take your neighbour, hold their hand and together we'll reclaim our land.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
Dear Mr. Finch
I fear I’m just like Aunty
Dissappointed, so it’d seem
The need to scold and rid myself
Of good, encouraging things
Calpurnia would not approve
My earnest and impatience
‘ve been left behind, fell out of line
Feel cold sweat as my heart races
Crushed my own hopes;
Sent far away my own dreams
Wallowed in my own despair
Lacked to care for all the needs
Confess t’ you; am I Mayella now?
All of this was my own doing
And now we face the coin flip
My luck being his killing
I could hardly breathe
I couldn’t dine
My conscience could not clear
In time
Today I finally realized;
It took me too much time
That I had killed a mocking bird
A simple, humid-aired crime
He’s innocent and suffers
And here I am.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
I wish to be a mockingbird
To imitate perfectly
singing at the sight
of a flicker of light- right on time
To amaze and never once fail
to carry a perfect tune
with just enough joy
harmonizing till noon
A melody already heard
yet new and unique
A master of imitation
an artist within
following a yellow streak
Every chime and song
is voiced peculiarly
not a hint of hesitation
Moving it’s body rhythmically
it never doubts
For it knows which direction it shall go
I wish to be a mockingbird
To imitate so well
to be cherished
because I am
because I do
without fully being myself
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
Ugh, how can one person be so enjoyable?
When I’m with you my jaw legitimately hurts because of how frequently and how hard you make me laugh
You’re one of the funniest people I have had the pleasure of spending time with
You allow me to be myself and you let me make fun of you and you don’t think I’m a *****
If that’s not compatibility, then I don’t know what is
You understand self-deprecating humor and you understand the words I use and you laugh at the same things I laugh at
You know…I don’t like old movies
I hate black and white movies, I think they’re stupid and pointless and so boring and they lack color, what the **** is that ****
But I want to watch them with you
I hated To **** a Mockingbird, hated it
It’s one of your favorite old pieces of literature and you can quote Boo Radley, and I may hate the novel but the fact that you respect such a highly acclaimed work of literature makes me respect you
I would watch that **** movie with you 100 times just to make you smile
You’re really something great
I’m so sorry I let us wither away
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
Oh look!
A tree!
It's beautiful!
Nature!
Green!
The breeze blows!
Look at those leaves!
Look at the beauty of God's work!
The magnificence!
The wood!
The fruit!
The flower!
The knothole!
The...gum?
There's gum in the knothole?
There IS gum in the knothole!
Doublemint!
Pennies and figurines too!
Who would do such a nice act?
Oh...
Right...
Him...
The one hidden within.
He must really be misunderstood.
I wish we could meet him
So we would know the real him.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
I think I am a mockingbird
I wait for others to react
So I can match them
If I spend so much time mimicking
What is my real personality?
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
Assure your child she is
safe within the confines
of your embrace; tell her she is
free from fright within the bounds
of your sight. Convince her that
a voice as sweet as hers deserves
no other ears than yours; let her
feel that to be free, safe, and sweet she
needs no noise, she needs not
speak. Make her believe that
silence is the air she must
breathe; then show her your candor --
cut her tongue.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
I can never forget that first moment I saw you
after the six years of being away from you.
The moment I saw your silhouette
in the window,
I knew my life was forever changed.
The way the sun shined upon you
was like magic.
It was like seeing an angel.
There may be distance between us now,
but I just want you to know that I miss you very much.
You are the person I think of
when I go on morning walks.
You are the person I think of
when I see the sun peeking through the blinds.
You are the person I think of
when I hear a mocking bird outside my window.
It is you. It was always you.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
sending me away
would be just like killing a
frightened mockingbird
sending me away
would destroy my innocence
swiftly afterwards
sending me away
would displace my faithful soul
-lonely deciever
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
Mockingbird, in the tree,
will you spread your wings for me?
Will you sing and call and fly,
through the trees and to the sky,
soaring where none dare to go,
but the mockingbird happens to know,
the secrets to freedom,
the knowledge of life,
cutting the air,
sharp as a knife.
He closes his wings,
with their felt white tips,
as I put a finger to my lips.
The secrets and knowledge of life itself,
are better sought out by yourself,
but I will find out happily,
if you raise your wings for me.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC