The birds try, with all their mightto surpass the highway noise
Tag Archives: Birds
Where the tree once stood
Go where the birds roam where they want. A place where they always come back, on a tree, underneath the sunlight. Living naturally within the forest that nurtures them cares for them that plays with them that holds the weight of their bodies after they move onto the next life and places it upon theContinue reading “Where the tree once stood”
I’d go to the end of the world for you babe. To the core of this great old rock, high up in the sky, whatever you want me to say. I’ll say it. Our story’s mapped out in the palms of our hands, and when we place them together, the stars align. We’d live inContinue reading “Our oasis”
Zoning out as usual
After almost 24 hrs without sleep in LA and a day of walking around in China, I’m just as is near the himalayas. Dusty roads and birds chirping around me mid daylight, but I’m just lying in bed inside. Staring at the cracked ceiling Filled with love.
Please don’t leave, he whispered from the depths of his heart Her forest eyes pierced into his mind and took him elsewhere Paradise Where red-yellow birds flew over the rainbow And the waterfalls drenched into the ground Don’t leave me, he thought As he buried his nose in her hair And got soaked in thatContinue reading “Tropical bird”
In my childhood, I saw something on TV that stuck with me. This guy entered an empty house full of… birds? They flew around in slow motion. They shined. They were women. It was a house full of beautiful women. They smiled and they greeted each other silently. They walked around in slow motion. HeContinue reading “Magical bird”
Another year, and the birds are still riding the river on a floating sheet of ice. How awesome it must be to be them; enjoying the fresh outdoors while hanging out as a group with fellow flocks-mates. Just travelling on a mission together, sitting and checking out the cool scenery together, flying about and gettingContinue reading “Lucky birds”
I want to have my birthday in springtime again, When pink flowers blossom on trees and the world is misty and green with faraway callings of tropical, colorful birds. I want to jump on a freshly made bed again and play air guitar crazily like an innocent wild child.
Short story: Just like that?
She was sobbing and swirling inwards into an uncontrollable frenzy of alcohol consumption. He saw her sitting at the restaurant table and came by. He held her around the shoulders and said, “Hey… sorry I was a bit late.” She just sobbed and gazed at the table, before chugging on the bottle again. “Do you…Continue reading “Short story: Just like that?”
Dancing on a Mountain
Zinging mountain breeze Slapped into my face like some game of Mischief and cacophony. Dancing on the hilltop like a happy child And sharing jokes with local friends like they’re the answers to a life worth living. It’s a prestigious world out here in the boonies Where I’m sworn in, like some captain of someContinue reading “Dancing on a Mountain”