#wingless
You put
Me
Together.
You tear
Me
Apart.
You shock
Me
Into silence.
You rip
Apart my wings
And hold me down.
You tell
Me
To suffer.
You tell
Me
It'll be okay.
But how
Will
Things be fine?
With no wings to fly
Away.
No heart to feel my
Pain.
No pieces left to
Take.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I'm boundless
The sky cannot contain me
I shall soar into the infinite expanse
I am free to fly wherever I choose
Then, my heart crashes
Plummeting to the ground
I realize I don't even have wings
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
Head was hastily hung low as halcyon wings
did shimmer in fading virtue. How could one
of such integrity slumber on what was now
a form of revulsion brought by her words.
Exasperated by another's thoughts, syllables
have influence upon the world. what was
before her shame was grotesque in nature
but still looked upon her with mournful sight.
Shrouded in what were once as she was now.
Each aurora now jagged remnant penetrating
forth from ones form. Garbs suspended over
a lingering form defiled by what they covered.
Surroundings did falter at what enveloped this
form, all were now echoes of what was.
Leafs had fallen like tears and stagnated upon
a corrupted shell where life was eroding her tears fell.
Wings that shone once like a star in the sky,
now dissipating in to tears that her creation does
cradle within its features. Her head draped low as
words were spoke, syllables restrained no longer spoke.
Her prison of thought in this world below. Her sentence
to see what her actions awoke. It yearns for what was
taken, what was before. But all it sees is her wingless
form, and knows they are both prisoners on there own.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
I unfurls to sail,
stretching my arms out.
Gust of ecstatic emotion surges,
silent agony fall to pieces,
torn & tattered.
I seek floating away,
unlatching imprisoned soul,
fleeing deep dark abyss.
Pity and regrettably,
I don't feel free.
I am wingless.
Silent, constrained, caged
trapped for life.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
the wind picks me up
my thoughts all drifting away
i am free once more
my body is soaring
i am aproaching the clouds
i leave my cares home
welcoming the air
sweet release of oxygen
my brain is numb now
falling from the sky
plummeting towards the below
my bed jumps slightly
i look up again
at the distant sky above
i am wingless now
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC