Steps to Learning to Fly ((Alive then Die))

by StandStill   Jun 5, 2008


My God, I haven't written this way in a long time.
Not in a long time, no, not me.
Lord knows I understand the caged bird's cries,
imprisonment's a promise of desire to be free.

Why is there no blood when I look down?
Instead just one tiny scar upon my hand.
Reminscing memories of tomorrow...
Knowing perfectly well where I stand.

Little metaphors sparkle on bitter lips,
lips I am oft' ashamed to call my own.
My dear, I've written a few words 'bout flying,
but you may call it a suicide wish of a poem.

Someday I wish to be a birdy,
I think that I shall fly way up in the sky.
Of course, what comes up, it must come down!
Irony: I'll momentarily live, then quickly die.

How one acquires wings, I know not.
I just know that it's a definite maybe here.
Spread my arms before I plummet down,
feeling only joy, ne'er fear.

Perhaps, flying shall forever be restricted...
Restricted to only my dreams inside this head.
But dearest, God knows I want to fly so high...
fly so high so I can be so dead.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Kayla

    Another amazing poem. I can't believe you're only 14, hun! It feels like you must have years of experience to write something so wonderful such as this. I loved the new, rarely used words in this piece that you usually don't see people say. You took creativity to a whole new level here. It kind of reminded me of William Shakesphere, actually. And we all know that he was the greatest writer in all of English history. So that is a very amazing thing, my dear!

    How one acquires wings, I know not.
    I just know that it's a definite maybe here.
    Spread my arms before I plummet down,
    feeling only joy, ne'er fear.

    This part has to be my most favorite stanza for this poem. Especially the first part. I think because it's just so true. No one knows where angels and birds acquire their wings. They are just there and we all wish to fly. That's are what dreams are for, so we CAN fly!

    I think it was great how you brought all of these hopes to the surface though. It was very wonderful and I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. You held my attention the entire time I was reading. Many talk about flying, but I never wanted to so badly until after I read this poem. You brought new hope to my life that some day, I'll be able to take flight in my own way. Another perfect poem, my dear. With an excellent opening, middle, and ending. The flow was very smooth and I loved the strong vocabulary you used. Keep writing. 5/5 <3 <3 <3 <3

    ~Kayla~

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