Little Bird Poetry

I'm not your little lady love A soft and white delicate dove Don't put me in your dresses of silk Doted in ribbons, frills, and bows Expecting me to behave Is like telling the tides Not to swell and sink Don't put me in your chains Or your pretty gilded golden cages I won't sing for you sweetly Or dance to the sweet music Echoing in your daydream You won't break me Or who I am I'm made of cigarette smoke I'm made of freshly tilled soil I have blood of iron and whiskey A concocted mix of liquor and spite  Pumping through my veins Beneath beaten flesh Hidden by leather and denim My boots have trodden many miles Lighter sparking conversations along the way Never here nor there Moving constantly From bed to bed Home to home I'm a roaming wolf Howling into the night for those who I have lost Searching for a resting place Here one day  Gone the next I'm the girl with fists of steel Always...

Roll the dice Play the game Quiet hopes to win But outcomes stay the same We spin in circles Never ceasing To reach the same conclusions Reloading the gun With the old empty shells Only to spin in the chamber Yes No Love Hate Rapidly moving targets Trying to solve the same problems With ineffective solutions Hoping we might escape

Soft Worn lining of a loved bomber Once sleek leather Now dull with years Within the pocket An ancient pack of smokes Crumbling Smelling of age Scratched metal lighter Still clicking open To reveal a delicate flame Dancing within A crumpled gas station receipt Too faded to read Reminding of memories that don't belong to you An ancient polaroid Gingerly hiding in the bottom Revealing friendly faces The inside seam Caressing the spine Lined with sweat With my heart Resting in the breast pocket Next to your's Putting it on each day To remember your past When each day You move towards the future

We used to talk for hours but look at us now strangers in the same bed with empty expressions and apprehensive hearts questioning everything trusting no one not even ourselves why is it we trek on a path with no end in a constant run around of hurt or be hurt

When we love more than they deserve surely they will hurt you more than you deserve love is an amplifier for all other feelings letting them quake to an even higher magnitude a quiet rumble beginning in the soles clawing to one's chest to their soul ravaging all they touch putting them above yourself makes it too easy for them to jump from the highest high to the lowest low they will rip and sink steely teeth into your soft vulnerable flesh too much love spoils them making them into someone you don't remember meeting run now from the monster you've created as those you love the most will one day destroy you

Slick oil crayons Sketching little doodles Draw this Doodle that My lovely little thing Make me a monster Give him crooked fangs Blue eyes And horns Give him thick fur A taste for blood But stop Think What makes him a monster All demons were once angels Soft downy feathers of white Gently falling to the world like snow Now drenched red in crimson All scorned by their master Never to love again What makes a monster? What breaks the soul Twists the heart Destroys the mind? What makes him thirst each day For a taste of toxic liquor Something to slink in Burning the throat Trying to drown An unknown enemy Hoping maybe one day He'll unmake himself a monster

Start from the beginning now, when we first met, all that time ago, day by day, passed like mere moments, letting years slip by like sand, through thin cracks, in the hands of a child, not staying put, back and forth we've gone, for so long now,  so wandering through our lives, apart for a bit,  until we've become tangled again, wrapped up in our roots, twisted twine, a red thread, binding us together, never to break, but to ensure we've been bound, always coming home to each other, after a long journey abroad, I really thought, that the last time I said goodbye, would be the last, never to see that once crooked smile, and dimpled ear, cocked with your head, as laughter pours forth,  filling my heart, making me whole, so many stolen nights, swiped liquor bottles,  clouds of smoke, inside jokes, and a bond that has yet to be broken, keeping us always within arm's reach,  no matter what happens, I can always count on you to be...

Pressure builds As anticipation rises Building on top of itself Only to fall over To begin again Packing up Leaving Only to have to start over Every Single Time When it finally happened Relief came forth Waves of indescribable emotion Crashing Into Me Tears escaping As I came home To one of the few Who sees me For who I am Who sees where I've come from Not where I am Encouraged me to shoot for the moon Even if I may just land among the stars One of the few who've seen me through not only my best But my worst So intertwined Entangled in one another Walking away Only to come back Is this what love feels like Or simply joy For I know What it feels like To have a home