Monday, September 13, 2010

ribcage

my heart is a bird and my ribs are a cage
sometimes the air leaks from my lungs,
and the smell of the world makes the bird flitter and tweet
it pokes its beak through the gaps between bars, tries to fly away up my throat
sings shrill songs until it's all worn out
my stomach frightens it, and it's dark locked away in there
so it's always a little scared
my heart is a bird and it wants to be free
but i fear death, so i keep it trapped

11 comments:

  1. beautiful ♥ you have a way with words


    LES MM,

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  2. I wonder if we all have birds inside of us.
    But I fear... No.
    (You certainly do.)
    xx

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  3. Sweetpea, this is heartbreakingly beautiful.
    Made tiny teardrops sparkle beneath my lashes.
    (try not to keep your bird locked away always)
    Love <3

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  4. i think my heart is a scared little bird too xxx

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  5. Eerie. But pretty, brilliantly delivered:)

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  6. oh, you are very beautiful. your words are delicately woven :)
    i love your blog, thank you so much for following mine!

    xxx

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  7. Your words are just pure magic... yes, it's all the locked up birds we should worry about... I mean, to set them free...

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  8. A trapped heart is a dead one. You are so beautiful. You deserve nothing less than freedom, sweetheart. Sometimes the fear can set us free. x

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  9. You are a very gifted writer, dearie. Never stop. xx

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  10. Ive been feeling this way quite a lot these days. To read about it seems like the wake up call that Ive been needing.

    Thanks!

    x

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  11. breathtaking. i really do hope you post more often.

    rena.

    following (:

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