It's not my usual style but I feel like crap atm..

this is for school.. i'll try to revise it later *shrugs* if i see something wrong with it tomorrow

it's funny how it doesnt take long for me to write it but i spend so much time procrastinating.

i need 2 more and 3 revisions for past poems and a poetry review..

OH and please dont read if you love animals and attack me for it T__T cos i meant NO harm on it.. its just an idea of mine.. cos this is something that wont probably happen ever.. and its probably something thats quite RARE if ever it does.. anyway yeah if you are queasy and stuff dont read it @_@...

Mother Bird
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Oh, Mother Bird, Mother Bird
Where is my breakfast, lunch and dinner?
I know it's just something you regurgitated,
but I could still use some nourishment, my dear mother.

I'm quite thin now, as you can see -
I am, but - feathers and bones
lying on the concrete - stepped on by ghostly humans.
Oh why - don't you love me?

You depend too much on me - you said one day.
I opened my bright yellow plastic eyes -
and stared at you, stared at you 'til you flew off
and did what you wanted to do all day.

But, I'm weak - I pleaded.
Aren't I still your baby?
Isn't this supposedly maternal instinct, Mother?
Why have you abandoned your cute chick?

Why? you replied.
I don't know - I just felt like it.
I don't think you need me.
Goodbye.

I fluffed my feathers and I wanted to fly,
I hopped and ran full speed, as fast as I ever could.
Flapped my wings the best I can,
But it seems as though gravity is against me.

Was that my head that made that sound?
It sounded awful but,
I think I am better now- Yes, I feel much better.
This warm liquid embrace is most comforting.

Goodbye, Mother. Goodbye.

Two;
like mirrors that reflect one another

our destiny strung together like
lined-up stars painted on midnight navy
Lend me -

we sat on wet grass - unbothered
gently laid down
- wings that could travel.
at the same moment
as we watched the stars
   fall
      down
          upon us - with lights that flew across the hills of our faces

and for the longest time, we admired the shower of the fallen

fallen stars that encase our wistful dreams
that glow faintly like adolescent fireflies that woke from their youth-

wishing that the chasm the great divide bestowed on us is but - an illusion..

There’s so much - and yet nothing;
Wasting life&time away

You were waiting for me,
to jump across the two divorced mountains
But – what would you do if I fell?
The very thought consumes my already fearful heart

I prayed that time would show us a miracle
that those fallen stars would bridge the distance that separates us - and maybe,
maybe, we would then be able to meet midway
and start the life we’ve been anticipating for since
that first falling star.