Writing Prompt

Until he fell, he was alive

He felt the touch, the sad, the laughs

Born to ride his journey on a bike

But his purpose was to fly

They shut his mouth so he could chirp

Now moves his head from side to side

Feeling so small

Right after he had it all

Memories spin in a circle

Crumbled in his tiny mind

Once at a time

This bird was a living king who had a queen

Until they chopped his arms, his ...

The little girl

She was as light

As her father threw her up

Not knowing she might never come down

The girl now a woman

Weeps

For her father

Will never throw her

Again

Wishing she could fly

She jumps over the edge

And taking pity

A hand gives her feathers

And now she flys forever

Chasing that dream

Of being with him again....

I’ve always wanted to fly, since I was very little

Back then I never knew how weak wings are, how brittle

I used to think flying made you free, I was jealous of that

But I never knew how trapped you can feel in a wide open sky

I’ve always wanted to fly

But now that I can

I think freedom is a lie...

I was never a good looking man

Short, chubby with very little hair

When I was young, I fell off my bike

It left me in a wheelchair

People would look at me

With pity in their eyes

I see the look and it makes me cry

I hear kids laugh at me, always making fun

I don’t think it’s fair, don’t like the puns

I sit in this wheelchair and reflect my past

Boy, as an ugly kid, I could run soo fast

I wok...

I was a girl, once

And in that time I noticed

That boys are told

To treat girls like princesses

Or even Queens

But the problem was

You can’t treat a princess

Like a queen

And you can’t treat a queen

Like a princess

Princesses need to be protected

They are at sometimes

Sweet and kind

But at others

Needy and demanding

They need reassurance

And gentle love

Queens want to be protected

Thou...

The quickened thumping in my breast

So much faster, more frantic than before

The switching, flitting of my crest

As my eyes and ears catch and filter more

It’s maddening to me

After such a life of sullied foot and hand

That this is what I should be

Something now so light and free, so grand

For in my human life, as it passed

Though long enough and healthy, too

Nothing I loved and held could eve...

Up on high I do fly

A bird way up in the sky

Wings that flap, on statues I do crap

Sitting on branches covered in sap

Sometimes I wish it was only a dream

I miss those days so it does seem

This I know would ease my soul

Being a bird is a heavy toll

I wish I was human once more

And not having to fly and soar

Walk upon the earth like before

A human I wish I was once more...

The robin dips on morning breeze,

A flash of crimson through the trees.

It sings its ancient, simple tune,

Beneath the pale and rising moon.

But in the beat of fragile breast,

A different cadence finds its rest.

A phantom ache for solid ground,

A world where other senses crowned.

Even now, it remembers what it was like

To have hands, to touch, to hold, and to feel.

The brush of silk, the weight of...

I remember the days

The haze

Of life in a maze

Of rights being wrong

The unbroken song

While the broken danced along

Oh how those times

were never mine

Never fine

Oh how I cried

And cried

When she died

Life with a wife

When I was human

Bound by strife

Oh how the knife

Should have taken my life

But grief

let me fly

Gave me wings

when I cried

Now I am a bird

Without the burden

Of this worl...

Feathers red,

Beak yellow.

This is how I’ve always been,

In both my lives.

I used to have bright red hair,

Fiery that blew in the wind.

My face yellow.

Freckles everywhere.

Now instead of freckles,

I have dirt.

Permanent dirt that doesn’t come off.

It looked messy.

The other birds think I don’t

Take care of myself.

I do.

I once said those two words

In my human life.

So happy, fil...