z

Young Writers Society


bye-bye, birdie



Random avatar


Gender: None specified
Points: 1078
Reviews: 333
Thu May 12, 2005 9:10 pm
emotion_less says...



flood, selfish thoughts and wishes,
just a flash of name gives desire.
attach perverted thoughts
for such a small infatuation.
more a daydream wish,
too impossible to pursue.

ah, but just the thought of directed words
somehow connected to the cloud
surrounding mine
brings such delight and flattered blushes.
clinging on to everything possible
of pretty words and compliments,
all to feel that specialness again.

it was a prisoner, for my own amusement.

now, emptiness,
escaped from the wired cell.
set free from iron grip punishment
that was not deserved.

flying away to a better place, i know,
but i still hope in selfish dreams.
  





User avatar
49 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 890
Reviews: 49
Thu May 12, 2005 11:10 pm
Sgt.Pepper says...



nice poem, dowg. The one liner made the poem for me. And the first line was awesum to. Keep on writing in the free world.
  





User avatar
48 Reviews



Gender: Female
Points: 890
Reviews: 48
Tue May 24, 2005 6:35 am
Myriadne says...



I really like this poem, you have a great sense of language and how to make words work well together.
  





User avatar
665 Reviews



Gender: Female
Points: 6165
Reviews: 665
Thu Jun 23, 2005 3:53 pm
Chevy says...



I didn't really understand it which kind of prevented me from enjoying. However, if I did get it I probably would have enjoyed it a lot more. But what's the poem got to do with the title? Nothing? Or am I missing something?
when there's nowhere to go, it's time to grow up.
  





User avatar
321 Reviews



Gender: Female
Points: 890
Reviews: 321
Fri Jun 24, 2005 7:41 am
Liz says...



Good, I like it. I thought that the "ah" might be a little out of place, but overall, good concept and very well-written.
purple sneakers
  





Random avatar


Gender: None specified
Points: 1078
Reviews: 333
Sat Jun 25, 2005 1:17 am
emotion_less says...



I don't know... It was kind of a metaphor. One of those cliche love poems where the bird is the person that didn't love back. And then 'setting the bird free' is letting the person go... something like that. Thanks for all the comments.
  








"Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future."
— Richard Siken