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  Mar 28 Yara
Rumi
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
  Mar 28 Yara
VD Lee
Fly high in a blue sky
Fly high in a blue sky

Find light in a beautiful cage,
I fake-smile wide
Staring through the bars,
I stare at a giant blue sky.

I find I'm shackled here
By champagne and ivory lines.
But I wish to fly,
Fly high in a blue sky.

I know that I'll be there
Someday
In some way.

Heaven glows there just for me
I see that it's my destiny!

So take flight,
Tonight,
Into the night.
When the sun comes up,
I'll be in high in a blue sky.

Through the air,
Where it's clear,
And no one's there,
When the sun comes up,
I'll be high in a blue sky.

Stars point in the way I go,
As I steer on a dark drive
Through the window I find
The darkness's almost a blue sky

I find I'm shackled here
By gravity and human life
But I wish to fly,
Fly high in a blue sky.

I know that I'll be there
Someday
I see that it's my destiny!

So take flight,
Tonight,
Into the night.
When the sun comes up,
I'll be in high in a blue sky.

Through the air,
Where it's clear,
And no one's there,
When the sun comes up,
I'll be high in a blue sky.

High in a blue sky,
High in a blue sky,
High up in a blue sky.

So take flight,
Tonight,
Into the night.
When the sun comes up,
I'll be in high in a blue sky.

Through the air,
Where it's clear,
And no one's there,
When the sun comes up,
I'll be high in a blue sky.

High in a blue sky
High in a blue sky
High in a blue sky
Oh yeah

High in a blue sky
High up in a blue sky
High in a blue sky
High up in a blue sky
  Mar 28 Yara
Nicole Rountree
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
Smells of the food cooking in the kitchen
Family gathered— ready and at attention
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
I remember when we used to play in the park
I remember when our Grandma told us to be in before dark
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
Sounds of laughter at Christmas time
I remember when we used to wait up for Santa
We were threatened with pepper in the eyes
Remember that?
Scared into sleepiness because our young minds didn’t know any better
With the morning sun, we rise and shine to open presents together
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
I remember these memories represented our close knit bond
People grow
People change
I guess it’s naivety to think it would forever stay the same
It’s the memories we cherish and should hold them close
Keeping the people near and dear that we love the most
Because there will come a time when the reaper must stake his claim
We never invite him, but it doesn’t matter because he already has the name
He may come in quick or take his time, but when he comes it leaves us blind
Blinded by hurt
Blinded by pain
Blinded by the fact we will never see our loved one again
Blinded by the new memories of a new type of hurt—a new type of pain
Then the memories overflow and fill the frontal lobe-the part of the brain where memories and speech are controlled
You become speechless because you become filled and overwhelmed with the loss
Family comes together to comfort each other  
You haven’t seen some in years—it’s been so long since you’ve seen them you want to burst out in tears.
Kids have grown and don’t look the same
So handsome and beautiful, but you don’t remember their names
That’s how long—how long it’s been
Again, it’s a shame.  
You ask, “Why does it take death to bring the family together again?”
Then, in an instant, tears begin to form in the wells of your eyes
You realize how things have really changed and you don’t quite understand why
So many memories they tend to cloud my mind
I remember that there is a need to change the timeline
I remember when I decided to finally say
Don’t let the family, your blood, fade away
Embrace each other
Love each other
Motivate each other
Cherish each other
Protect each other
Keep each other
Continue to make memories—no matter how old we get
Make sure the family remains close knit

Yep, so many memories they just tend to cloud my mind
Family should always be together—until the end of time.
I’ve got myself a songbird
Locked up singing songs
For three years he’s been locked up
But now I see it’s wrong

So I’ll go to his cage, there
Open mind and heart
And then I’ll tell him one thing
One thing before we part

Fly away, sweet songbird
You don’t need me no more
I’ve held you back for too long
I’ll open your cage door
But promise me one thing
Sweet bird, before I set you free
Come back some day, sweet songbird
And sing just once for me

I said it, and he stood there
Looking so confused
To clear up the confusion
I said, “Bird, I love you

But love is not possession
It’s giving happiness
And if that means we’re parting
Then friend, you will be missed”

So, fly away, sweet songbird
You don’t need me no more
I’ve held you back for too long
I’ve opened your cage door
But promise me one thing
Sweet bird, before I set you free
Come back some day, sweet songbird
And sing just once for me

Birds like you deserve to fly
It’s not for me to decide
Don’t stay here only for me
Oh songbird, oh blackbird, be free

And then he understood me
Sang a sweet goodbye
It was so bittersweet but
We both knew he must fly

So then he flew far away
Straight out of my door
But if I could get one thing
I’d hear his song once more

Come back some day, sweet songbird
Come back just once for me
You have been gone for too long
Though I love that you’re free
But just one time, just once
Sweet bird, before my dying day
Come back to me, sweet songbird
And sing my blues away
As I've mentioned, I used to be a not-so-great person, and during this time, I was in a band, and in that band, I wrote hateful, moronic songs, and my bandmate had to put up with that for a long time. This song is a fictionalized account of me setting him free from that garbage. Or at least, that's what this song was supposed to be. Now, it's not very much like what happened at all, but I still like it for whatever it is now.

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