Monday, February 9, 2009

If you're a bird, I'm a bird!

Because I am one lazy BAMF I've been shirking on my posts and copying my old poems and other such things to avoid having to think of a decent post for the interwebs. I promise this will end after this post because I have run out of poems. Yes, they made me and my friends laugh and hopefully made other readers smile, but flaunting my youthful stupidity has gone on long enough. Good-bye old dreams of literary fame!

However, this next and last poem I'm posting was my magnum opus, my chef d'oeuvre, my tour de force, the one I knew would propel me into the world of prose. It's a long one, but at age 14, my heart was full of long thoughts. The weird thing is I don't think I had a boyfriend at the time, so I don't really know what I was jabbering on about. Well, I was a wise one! I should have paid attention to my terrible metaphor several months later!

Clipped Wings (Winds of Delight)

I saw a bird
in the deep of the night
spread its white wings
and swiftly take flight.

I wept silent tears
for what never could be
for fate cruel and fierce,
and for those that fly free.

For once I was a bird,
white, perfect, and pure,
'til I was cast down
by Love's sweet allure

Drawn by things that might be,
by things that once were,
I threw caution to the wind,
and my life began to blur.

With promises half-kept,
and sweet words untrue,
I fought with myself,
tried to hide what I knew:

"True love should not
clip my wings of flight,
but should instead soar with me
as the winds of delight."


The Mighty Beluga said...

despite the obvious metaphor and stupid "winds of delight" ending, i must say it is my favorite of your crappy poems

Anonymous said...

yeah, if "Winds of Delight" weren't there I'd feel like throwing up a little less