flightedbird : Writing

Eight Months

Eight Months

A Poem by flightedbird


scars will lingerthough time's blackened fingerhas wiped the blood awayemotionally soundwas lost, but i'm foundand now i'm home to stay
Time?

Time?

A Poem by flightedbird


i never have a concept of timeclocks spin, minutes changenothing moves for me, for ustime does not exist, people exist
Dutton — Then and Now

Dutton — Then and Now

A Poem by flightedbird


five-sixteen-thirteenheading on two for sleepless nightsstark white walls and psychotic tasered starespurple rose adorns her hairasked to smile/did th..
The Art of Writing

The Art of Writing

A Poem by flightedbird


it's just graphite and inkstanzas and prose;the fire it ignitesgrows and grows