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Itty bitty flightless fleck The little bird with ribboned wingsItty bitty flightless fleck by Alaminia
didn't know she couldn't fly.
the cage she knew had shadowed her
so she never even tried.
the bars were comfort to a world
she never knew she missed.
so when released she tried the things
that others would insist.
no one ever told her
someone had clipped her wings.
shed lived safe in familiarity
and sat in cage to sing.
she never thought to question.
never thought to fly.
so when the thought occurred to her
the sky was much to high.
and funny thing for little birds
who grew up behind walls.
when never taught and never learned,
the flightless learn they fall.
And no more does caged bird sing
no more to tweet or peck.
All the while she will remain
a flighless feathered fleck
Losing Touch and Gone Away. Who is Sinking Nowit hurts.Losing Touch and Gone Away. Who is Sinking Now by Alaminia
like a knife.
like cold piercing you.
like falling slowly deeper and deeper into a murky, grey-green body of water where you can only get farther and farther from the surface but you're so numb you know there is no going back up, only down.
it's the feeling of losing touch slowly with everyone you love and was ever close to.
people grow up.
people go away.
and you're left.
because they went and you stayed and it wasn't even ever your choice.
so you tread the icy waters as long as you can
but eventually they can't hear you.
they can't see you.
and it could have been prevented if they would have just reached out a hand towards YOU.
because all your grasping out cold, petrified limbs can do is reach so far.
they can't do anything unless someone takes ahold.
so i'll continue to sink.
someone dive in after me soon.
A Lesson From Horton“A person’s a person, no matter how small”A Lesson From Horton by Alaminia
Whether they worship one god
Or no god at all
It doesn’t matter to me.
Be you Atheist, Jew, Catholic, Buddhist priest.
A person’s a person whether mean, rude, or kind.
Whether “straight” in their love
Or a guy loves guy.
Or woman to woman.
Or no one - fine too.
A person’s a person – each him, her, I, you.
It shouldn’t matter if they are blue party or red
Are a communist, republic, or democracy instead
It doesn’t matter if we are different or the same
What matters is we’re human – forget about race.
Forget your quarrels
All deserve love
Gender, race, sex, sexuality, political views –
Why is it wrong they are different from you?
Isn’t there anyone out there who still cares?
As kids we learned love,
to get along
I look at the world now and all of this hate.
And I ho
Favourite genre of music: Broadway? and anything but country. haha my music has jazz, classic rock, hard rock, classical piano and violin, soft rock, pop, rap, indie, musicals, and punk |
Favourite style of art: i love it all but i prefer fantasy stuff and looking at digital. i paint in watercolor and acrylic, draw in pencil
MP3 player of choice: don't have an ipod or anything. just listen to stuff on my computer/ipad wherever i go, and pandora
Wallpaper of choice: dA art
Skin of choice: mine? idk haha
Favourite cartoon character: Tweety Bird
Personal Quote: theres no such things as normal in a world of indaviduals