FLY HIGH

Fly HIgh

 

What does it feel like to fly,

Rising to meet the blue sky?

 

Soaring to a new height.

A bird’s exclusive right.

Alone and soaring high,

Nary a cloud in the sky.

 

Take me along with you, please.

What can I do to appease?

 

The wind will ruffle my feathers.

I will fly without any tethers. 

 

I will fly over the land

To the tune of a marching band.

 

 

GOODBYE

 

TO BE FREE

I want to be free.

I need to be free.

To fly far away.

Above all else.

To soar high above.

To peer down. 

Through the mighty clouds.

Upon all else.

My wings are spreading.

My head held high.

Feathers to the wind.

Face to the sun.

Goodbye to all.

Goodbye to the mundane.

Goodbye to the everyday.

Goodbye to all else.

TO BE A BIRD

mstrkrftz:

Rise and Shine by Sabir Ayaz

 

Should I keep flying,

Or join my friends?

So many choices.

All are good.

The sun is setting,

warming my feathers.

My friends are swimming 

with the current.

They look happy.

Content.

A beautiful day. 

To be alive.

To be a bird.

THE BIRD

 

The bird waits.

Sitting on its perch.

Eyes to the wind.

What is he waiting for?

Will he know when he sees it?

Wait.

His wings are spreading out.

About to take flight.

He lets out a screech.

He’s looking…

He’s looking at me.

Time to go.

THE RAVEN’S LAST CHANCE

nitratediva:

Bela Lugosi recites some Poe in The Raven (1935).

The raven sits quietly while Lugosi reads the lines.
It sits as still as a lifeless statue.
But what if it isn’t lifeless?
What if it’s just waiting?
Waiting for the actor
to stop droning on.
For the room to become quiet
so that he could pounce.
The way he was supposed to
in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
He must perform for his namesake.
The world could use one less actor.
Couldn’t it?
Swoosh…

TO BE FREE

TO BE FREE

I want to be free.

I need to be free.

To fly far away.

Above all else.

To soar high above.

To peer down.

Through the mighty clouds.

Upon all else.

My wings are spreading.

My head held high.

Feathers to the wind.

Face to the sun.

Goodbye to all.

Goodbye to the mundane.

Goodbye to the everyday.

Goodbye to all else.

A BIRD

mstrkrftz:

Rise and Shine by Sabir Ayaz

To keep flying.

Or to join my friends.

So many choices.

All are good.

The sun is setting.

I can feel its warmth

on my feathers.

While the warm breeze ruffles them.

The water looks calm.

I can see my friends swimming

with the current.

They look content and happy.

What a beautiful day

to be alive.

To be a bird.

ARE THEY WATCHING US?

complexae:

Art of Dying – Vices and Virtues (2011)

Birds soar high above us all.

Over trees and meadows.

Near and far.

Watching us.

Wondering about us.

Are they waiting?

For the right time to attack.

They’re present in my nightmares.

Beady eyes, sharp beaks forward,

ready to attack.

I’m safe.

That is until I close my eyes for sleep.