Broken Bird

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by TigersMomJ, Mar 30, 2012.

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  1. TigersMomJ

    TigersMomJ Active Member

    Ok, um... I just feel lilke I should say something before anyone reads this. I don't know what's wrong with me, why I write what I write. I just do. I do NOT however, hurt animals, humans or condone others doing so. So... hopefully people here can understand and aren't offended by me.

    Good morning, little mockingbird
    Repeating all I say
    Aren't you too cute, and brilliant too
    Lovely in every way

    Pretty little mockingbird
    You're quite a precious thing
    But that's enough now silly bird
    My head's starting to ring

    Fly off now little mockingbird
    Your voice annoys me so
    I throw a rock, you cock your head
    Not knowing where to go

    I grab you, squeezing, ripping
    Your feathers with blood now specked

    Please don't go little mockingbird!
    I'm sorry, don't close your eyes!
    But you must go, like all the rest
    I love, I rage, they die

    Good night my little mockingbird
    The dirt spills on your wings
    I fill the grave and pat it down
    Never again you'll sing
  2. youRprecious!

    youRprecious! Antiquities Friend

    Maybe sometimes our thoughts and emotions just want to break out of the 'normal' mode and dark fantasies just seem to happen - I think it's all part of our humanity - not to be condoned but to be recognised and put in the appropriate file :mortdesinos: ??
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