Little Bird Poetry

I hide my face behind clean white sheets never letting the color flow through never letting you see my cry only the pearls of my jaw as sunlight glints off how long can I go playing this part letting limbs die to grow proper and prim up in the way you want me to I want out clawing at the glass release me set me free or set me on fire you ignore my cries for your own pleasure keeping me like prized game only to serve your needs why now keep me encased here as you should know when the door opens you'll not see me again

Streets seemingly laced with smoke Scent of gasoline rising in the air Worn down storefronts Cracked windows Chipping paint Step through those creaking doors Holed with age Into a crowd of people who I can call friends My chosen family Water rushing down smooth stones The echoes of rattling train tracks Rusted swings Creaking with our weight So many nights Sneaking out into the cold Hoping for a taste Of adventure Dashed into our lives To make it interesting The reflection of moonlight Striking water and bare flesh Echoes of laughter Flitting between pine trees Bare feet on sand Running out of time Never knowing when would be the last Now I'm left Simply to look back and remember

Waking up each day Light creeping through Touching my cheek Gently As you once did Cupping my jaw Sweetly As if to kiss Only to be struck again Blood dripping from still smiling lips If only a touch Even if pain is to follow it My watching ticking quietly Like your heartbeat Hidden beneath worn fabric Cigarette smoke Settling like the uncomfortable silence Seeping in like the cold My love Pouring from the wounds you open Soaking your jeans Filling your boots Keeping you warm No matter the outside's chill Fire breathing life into your shell Draining it from mine Why can't you see me Pouring from my vessel All that you can handle Then placing me back on the shelf Saving it like vintaged wine Waiting for when you are ready An ornate decanter Begging to be held Yet you keep me just out of reach My cries falling upon deaf ears You hear You see Yet at the end of today It'll never be me

Liquor numbs What time never remembers to forget Amber dripping from smiling lips Filled with false emotions Walking out of those doors Into a quiet night I almost forget The cage I let lock Gilden door clasped tightly Catching feather and finger Trapping myself again Set on a perch Forced to stare down the bird Eyes looking back Void of what once was Singing broken songs Through cracked beak Sorrow dripping Just like the wine From dry screaming lips Crying out Let me out Met again With the same cold voice "Wait" Will I wait Or once again Forced to cut myself free And seek refuge Among refuse Until the sun rises again

It sets so gently We forget the burning blaze it once was The once searing flame That settled in the afternoon sky Slipped on by without care That only one ever noticed What is better now To long for the warmth of the afternoon Or sit solemnly alone Beneath faint glimmers of what once was

Emotions surge as glass shatters beneath cold metal ringing in the loud night a single drop of sound lost to the cicadas one who was once loved now to be left in the past the tears flow from once caring eyes not for what was lost  but is now discovered betrayal reeks  of rotten flesh clinging to fibers of soul never to be washed away

The same loop of sunrise to set over and over as the clock ticks on yet it remains the same a pang  reverberating through strings of the heart it never but always is the same old thing  harder and harder it becomes to lift my head from its resting place letting water flow to wash the previous day down the drain the same places the same faces day after day blurring together into one  to the light  to the dark  over and over a scratched record jumping to the start of the same waltz to which I have yet to learn the dance