Thursday, March 27, 2008

The Flight!

For years on end you’ve kept me prisoned
But now you should know, I have seasoned
Too oft you left my screams in the dark
And in your time you had your lark

Hush! Hear! The clouds thunder
You’ve time! Don’t fight! Just surrender!
Beware! Lest, the grounds below move
Now I’ll emerge from your groove

I will now make me free
Its now I’ll take off from the tree
It’s now my time to take the flight
And nothing can stop this passion alight

Hold your breath and watch me go
Yours days of gold have been sold
Now you’ll rot in your grave,
Your each step, now I shall pave!

Vengeance I felt, now I am free
But do not judge, blame not me
I have come to be free,
So long I’ll stay with my dreams!

Oh by the way, i was talking about a little birdie in a cage, whose owner was.. hmmm.. very nasty..

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

the rain

In the silence of the night,
After she’s done her day’s fight
Rest awhile, thinking what just might
Be the answers and give her the sight

Its then she hears the most silent sound
Which makes her heart,her mind bound
Its then she feels shes finally found
All that she looked for in the sound

It’s the rain that trickles down the window pane
She watches it,silence spent in disdain
The drop splash against the glass window
With all the purity they could endow

Slips on a jacket, she wants to talk
No umbrealla, she takes a walk
The tiny puddles she doesn’t avoid
Her rain boots left at door’s side

Past she walks the numbered blocks
Where people live behin door locks
In their enclosed walls of spaces
Spent the night searching familiar faces

Her hazel eyes now shut tight
With thoughts of tonight & what just might
She looks around at the city light
Blurry, her eyes, the lights shine bright

The drops trickle down her hand
Down her silver nails on ground they land
With a splat and spill here and there
Makes her wonder what’s now fair

She stops right then and lets out a sigh
Grips her hand and wonders why
But now the rain has washed her clean
And now the rain subsides on her dreams

Back she walks the numbered blocks
Click and clack her heels on the rocks
The wind in her hair, she lets out a sniff
Smiles awhile before she falls off the cliff

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