BirdScripts
Bio
Spirit refuses to be in one place. But rather feel all places. Feel whole and free when the arts of my heart spread its its wings. We admire the moon in the sky where our eyes are aligned, just as the sun, just the same.
Stories (9/0)
George.
If walls could talk. I wish. I saw a murder today. I’ve seen people getting mugged, stabbed and even throw up. I’m a New York City subway wall after all. People spray paint, spit and pee on me. But that’s neither here nor there. The murder was absolutely brutal, the worst thing I’ve ever witnessed in all my days since this subway was built. And that was in the 1890s can you believe it. The worst sight. And I can’t run away, call for help, scream! Oh, how I wish I could scream. Or at least help the poor man that laid there dead for over 5 hours. I had to stay here and just watch a lifeless man for over 5 hours. And don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because no one walked by. Every so often someone would walk by, and just glance at him! They probably thought that he was a homeless man sleeping. His name was George. I know that because he actually is homeless, and I think he believed that I was his home. He slept on me every single day and night. He would tell me all about his life. About how his childhood was. About how he used to get beaten by his mother. And about his first hit of a pipe. George seemed so sad. And now he’s dead. Too bad I can’t talk, because I actually recognized the person who killed him. He comes by from time to time to catch the train. It’s usually very late at night, when there is barely no one down here. Around 6 hours before it starts getting busy, I think people call it midnight, I’m not too sure. But today he came, and was acting like George when he hits his pipe sometimes. Scratching himself and yelling at nothing. He was walking and almost fell of the tracks. He caught himself and seemed very scared. He looked behind him, I’m assuming thinking someone tried to push him on the tracks. I say this due to the way he abruptly turned around and spotted George. He started running up to him, yelling words I’ve never heard before. He then started hitting George, who was just as confused as I was, since George was just peacefully watching him with me. George is a small man. He’s old and doesn’t have any friends but me. He didn’t put up too much of a fight. Looking back at it, he actually didn’t seem to fight back at all. I think this angered the high man, because the next thing that he did was pull out a pocket knife and started stabbing George. It was so sad to see. To have to bare witness to my friends life leave his body, and turn to stone. There were some days where I wish that me and George could trade places. So I then could walk and talk and interact with other humans, but on this day I took that wish back. I knew that the subway was a scary place at times. But to know what it like to be human and then be turned to stone without your consent… is absolutely terrifying. I don’t wish to be about of their society anymore. Today, I lost faith… and I lost a friend. The only person who spoke to me as if I was somebody, as if he could hear me. The guy ended up running away when he realized what he had done. When enough blood poured out of George, for someone to step in its puddle… that’s when he finally was found. Police arrived and then the ambulance. I over heard the coo talk about how there wasn’t much evidence to go off of. And how he was homless so there wasn’t much they could do. If only I could talk… there would be.
By BirdScriptsabout a month ago in Confessions
George.
If walls could talk. I wish. I saw a murder today. I’ve seen people getting mugged, stabbed and even throw up. I’m a New York City subway wall after all. People spray paint, spit and pee on me. But that’s neither here nor there. The murder was absolutely brutal, the worst thing I’ve ever witnessed in all my days since this subway was built. And that was in the 1890s can you believe it. The worst sight. And I can’t run away, call for help, scream! Oh how I wish I could scream. Or at least help the poor man that laid there dead for over 5 hours. I had to stay here and just watch a lifeless man for over 5 hours. And don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because no one walked by. Every so often someone would walk by, and just glance at him! They probably thought that he was a homeless man sleeping. His name was George. I know that because he actually is homeless, and I think he believed that I was his home. He slept on me every single day and night. He would tell me all about his life. About how his childhood was. About how he used to get beaten by his mother. And about his first hit of a pipe. George seemed so sad. And now he’s dead. Too bad I can’t talk, because I actually recognized the person who killed him. He comes by from time to time to catch the train. It’s usually very late at night, when there is barely no one down here. Around 6 hours before it starts getting busy, I think people call it midnight, I’m not too sure. But today he came, and was acting like George when he hits his pipe sometimes. Scratching himself and yelling at nothing. He was walking and almost fell of the tracks. He caught himself and seemed very scared. He looked behind him, I’m assuming thinking someone tried to push him on the tracks. I say this due to the way he abruptly turned around and spotted George. He started running up to him, yelling words I’ve never heard before. He then started hitting George, who was just as confused as I was, since George was just peacefully watching him with me. George is a small man. He’s old and doesn’t have any friends but me. He didn’t put up too much of a fight. Looking back at it, he actually didn’t seem to fight back at all. I think this angered the high man, because the next thing that he did was pull out a pocket knife and started stabbing George. It was so sad to see. To have to bare witness to my friends life leave his body, and turn to stone. There were some days where I wish that me and George could trade places. So I then could walk and talk and interact with other humans, but on this day I took that wish back. I knew that the subway was a scary place at times. But to know what it like to be human and then be turned to stone without your consent… is absolutely terrifying. I don’t wish to be about of their society anymore. Today I lost faith and I lost a friend. The only person who spoke to me as if I was somebody. The guy ended up running away when he realized what he had done. When enough blood poured out of George, for someone to step in its puddle… that’s when he finally was found. Police arrived and then the ambulance. I over heard the coo talk about how there wasn’t much evidence to go off of. And how he was homless so there wasn’t much they could do. If only I could talk… there would be.
By BirdScriptsabout a month ago in Confessions
Tick Toc
Toc Tick Toc Tick toc We follow not asking why The beat of a clock
By BirdScriptsabout a month ago in Poets
Antartica
Frozen over my ex. That’s right it’s been 3 years since the divorce, 5 years if you include me realizing Jabal wasn’t it. We weren’t a great fit. He didn’t even know how to rhyme. Trust me, I didn’t know it was something that was teachable, but I tried teaching him… I’m writing a story with my life. I could’ve taught him a lot of things really. Rhyming wasn’t anywhere near the top of the list. That long list is in my past now. In my future is polar bears. And their cute little babies! I decided to become apart of a group that travels to Antartica, to help wildlife, the pictures I’m going to take is just a bonus. That’s why I ended going with the coldest part of the planet. It was the only one that allowed photographers. Just the bittersweet lifestyle I signed up for.
By BirdScripts2 months ago in Blush
Mirror World
I feel unstable. My actions unpredictable. Overwhelmed by thoughts of reality, the sight captured by decision. That's all life is. Looking at it through a mirror, I don't recognize her. Eyes blood shot and sad. Happy and mad. You wanted the mirror girl, but she is toxic. I hide her away, but that night she came out to play, yearning for love, She broke out of the prison that my heart kept her in, the guards were high off life. She found her way out, I couldn't catch her in the strife. You saw her amazed, she made you feel good, and wanted to keep her for yourself, and she felt the same, she missed being out. She felt the same feeling you did, she loved you for bringing her out. You created a place for her that she can run wild and free, and she liked the sound of that, a different reality. I let my guards down, my guards let my heart down. Still learning how to use it. My heart just recently took over my soul, it's no longer my mind in control. Where mirror girl used to play, she couldn't stay. She's on death row. It's a new mirror girl on the way. Leave the past low. That's all it is, is the past. Don't make her a reality. Whom I tried to keep. She gets up in the morning. Eyes slowly open and wonder. Still heavy. But light. Light breath. Light gaze. As she thinks of getting up. The energy. Step by step. Stares in the mirror. Stares into her own eyes, into her own glorious world. Gets herself pretty for the day. For no one but herself. It took a lot to get to this point she ponders. Then thinking, with a light heart, that there’s a lot more to go. Then... realizing everything is everything. To not stress. Rather flow. On this everyday we won’t ever truly know Why we were put here, or what our purpose is, if there is a say creation that, Your world is peace A world where we are looking and searching Aimlessly for this purpose, I dream big, wanting to play A role in this terrible world. A role that makes it just that much more bearable. I want to make a change… tho Love seems to be another thing that we can’t quite figure out. And it’s so lovely trying to figure it out. Also unnecessary Dont try to figure it out, we should just feel it. And do great, grand things with it help others come to the same conclusion. Whether it be two or 2 million. I’m dancing Maybe I’ll let the demons take me tonight I can't stay for love I can't stay for long… the afterlife Is my destination The reborn me yet to be seen But always seems to be be A goddess to the Unborn humble bee Facing reality You looking at me Don’t want to agree But that's okay I'm born whom I'm supposed to be Not In your mind of hate It seems you’re mind is late Come alice join the party. Come alive join in the sea. Love like there's no tomorrow Cause what is tomorrow. Compared to your dreams. Live every second. Right here. Not in the future, or yester-year. Welcome to my Devine Mirror World. Dazed I only choose to see good things. And transform the bad. I have to remind myself that I am me. Who I am. In my life creating. And I am just me, even in everyone I encounter. Every beautiful soul. Allowing to show me everything, even things that no longer serve me, they never hurt me. I can’t let it hurt, to let go. Or to live in my fire. My unique colored light. That shines in my glistening eyes.
By BirdScripts2 months ago in Confessions
