i am a bird in a cage Burdened and caged Break the glass case Encased of emergency These flights of stairs Are littered with feathers of despair
By Ryan Antooa3 years ago in Poets
Say it loud For those with fabrics of being Tattered and broken Returning to the Earth they were sewn from For those who wish
i heard once, long ago: “If you tear a rose from its roots Then the rose screams" i live in the vivid dividends of indifference
Born for flight The canary sings sweetly Soaring far from the canopies Unknowingly At the tail end of it’s joy The canary becomes trapped by
I bathed in the forest Washed away my sins; my fears The resin of my doubts Trickled down to the soil I bathed in the forest
An attraction of all the right elements Under anthropomorphic street lights Brought the vibrations of trumpets and chants
Beautiful brown child, With eyes like cedar Bark for knuckles, Branches for fingers reaching for the sky Palms like rosehips,
O, rose You wear your petals like A raincoat drenched in The reign of yesterday’s quintet Symphonies of future memories
An agreement written on star-ridden skin We turned red flags to green flags A tussle of teeth, neck, next Nighttime sirens turned silent
In the night, Blanketed by the porcelain blankness of an empty tub Trench dug, At grips with a war i know all too well Assault on six senses