Weird poem vent thing
@kittycypher I'm not as good as you but uh yeh. Here's a vent poem i did. Oh little mocking raven You poor little thing Conceived from the unholy artificial Molded from dirty wicked hands Mother nature looks down upon you and she frowns Shunned and feared for the actions you did not commit, ever hated, ever watched because of the genes you inherited from your maker From your father. The birds of your best want you to be a hen of paradisr, but the mind of a cock cannot simply begin to think like that of a hens. Offset greys blacks and whites cannot simply fade to azuls and greens, vibrant oranges and reds. "But I am a mocking raven." You argue But the hen of the nest just squacks and peck at your magnificent feathers that reveal the truth about other birds. She and her flock wishes for you to be a hen of paradise. Your silence reveals your anger. The calm of your body language reveals the self control that the rest of the flock does not have. You stay quiet-ever watching, ever listening, Trying to understand her point of view She DEMANDS you become a songbird Not even a peep escapes your mouth. It would be useless to share your songs and veiws, she will never understand them. You are incapable of understanding each other Finally, in the dead of night where no bird will hear you, you sing your songs of sorrow and loneliness. Yearning for tender love and sweet nothings of whisper ing you may never again get a chance to have You sing a song of yearning for a better time where you may dissolve in the warmth of h I s feathers and loose yourself in the sweet smell of sleep. You yearn to feel loved once more Yearn to be tired together with him once more. So you wait in the garden Trying to keep your tired eyes from perminently shutting. Still waiting ever so tenderly Ever so patiently Ever so lovingly When?
- Published June 10, 2020, 22:03
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