talkingbird

Waiting for the BreezeIntroductionThe town, by definition, was a façade. Its semblance depicted a place where kids of well-to-do parents lightheartedly hang out in the town center and mostly receive ...

This isn't really a short story, it's an intro to a much longer one, i just wanted some feedback. You can find the rest under novels and novellas, but right ...

I feel like some people would say this book is 16+ but I dont. I think everyone should read this book.Wintergirls by Laurie Halse AndersonOne of the BEST and most ...

Closet doors openDrawers part their lipsWaiting for us to shed our winter layersSo we thaw from the iceShake the early sunset off our backsPluck snowflakes from our eyelashesAnd tuck them ...

Raw Art Where thick, charcoal arms reach out to sheets of water color, and acrylic clings to its canvas; where fingers make quick stabs at keys and clutch onto pencils, ...

This is more a REFLECTION on the book, not a reviewAnd so she spent her lifeBy the windowWaitingHopeUnder the streetlightSomewhereWhen will the star fall?I knowWhat the trees teachKeepKeepKeepingThe m

A Poem I wrote for school obviously a while ago about Egypt18 days –revoltBut for a while this not a revoltThis is disobeying childrenBlocked Being disciplinedThen, it shattersThree decades—Politi

This is a poem I wrote in response to the House on Mango Street... so it might make more sense if you have read the book. Like I kind of ...

What’s Forgotten(This is REALLY rough)One by one Your neighbors,Your classmates,Your friends,Your family,And the people who never saw you thereBuckle their seat beltsAnd close the the oxygenAnd chea

A poem I wrote in the hospital. Basically describes what I was feeling...We threw away our makeup because it no longer worked,For thick acrylic paintSo we could smother on smiles ...

About an ED unit a hospital...Here, we are not people,We are not our inaudible screams and tears too transparent to see.Not even murky puddles of mistakes and traumas.We are only ...

A poem I wrote last winter... I haven't looked at it in a while so I needs some work...A poem about poor self esteem and body image:Rare flowers and warm ...

Enjoy...Snow claws at the worldWhile these nesting dolls with porcelain dreamswish to be somewhere else,wish to escape,wish to let the sticky disappointing leak outwish to stuff their kids in snow ...

I would love any type of feedback. I know i need it... it's very rough, seeing as i wrote it at 4am Not sure why I rated it, though... I ...

Spoiler! : Yet another poem about self esteem and whatnot... About a girl looking into a mirror, or me losing myself to an ED. I wrote it on my iPhone ...

DON'T read if you do or have struggles with an ED or disordered eating. I would hate to surface any bad feelings.Read: Spoiler! : This is based on personal experiences. ...

Chapter 2"To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream." — Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep. ...

OK, I really don't know what to think of this. Some parts I like, but I kind of just wrote this so I'm not sure if I like the whole ...

OK, my poems are really inconsistent, some are good and some are bad, and I don't really know where this one falls... I kind of just wrote this, I had ...

Ok, this is kind of rough and I'm not sure what to think. It's kind of all over the place. It's like 3:00 am, so I'll probably wake up tomorrow ...

The second to last stanza needs some work... suggestion???This is revised from Through the Window... I only fixed that last 3 parts, though, and basically rewrote the last half of ...

Um... I like some parts of this, but I'm not sure about others... There's a story behind this, just so you know parts that seem to not make sense like ...

New poem...mehh... About myself, I guess. Tell me what you think because I really don't know what to think myself! If you criticize, please be constructive! Living by the sea,Above ...

Um... well I haven't written in a while... Amnesia--Conquering our landAnd annexing cities.It's weapons spare our skin;There's something deeper than flesh.Yes--We ache. We scream.We cry from the damag

Part of a collection of poems inspired by uncommon strangersFlicking glass with cold fingers,Though eyes are betterFor communication.She does not see me,A girl in the red door cafe.Words stuffed throu

Part of a bunch of poems inspired by uncommon strangersDreams on pauseAnd patience wrung,Dripping with Purell.Same goes for patientsAnd you,With the piercing.I can tell you now,They'll make you take i

A poem about the past two weeks...Too much,Too little,Still overwhelmed.ThinkingAnd the absenceOf everything,Of anything,And thoughts.Pitted chestsAre no cureFor distended heartsOr minds.Then there is

There isPushing and wanting, and thenThere isSimply wanting.Ghosts with fleshDecorate themselvesWith wooden eyesAnd push away citiesWhile wandering city streetsFor winterless blankets.Solid ghosts wan

So, I'm really not sure if I like this (at all)... but here we go anywaysss...When you forget how to rememberOr if you only ever held one memory at all,Your ...

A poem inspired by a quote because I lack originality. I wasn't at the funeral,But I still mourn the death twelve years After the tragedy.Not all of us know of ...

EXCUSE the choppiness/awkwardness/everything else in my poem, it's a work in progress. It's written short sections.Not my favorite poem........ honestly, i don't like it very much, I'll try to make ...

A poem in response to one of the sayings my mom says to much. It's shortMy mom once told me'Without your healthYou have nothing' or somethingLike that.I disagree.Well, sort of. ...