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Grounded Bird of Flight

Grounded Bird of Flight

A Poem by Sharkapillar

I can't find words
I used to be so good at recycling my emotions,
Printing them on paper, turning them into nothing but written word
I can't hear words, I can only feel them
Hitting me wave and wave at a time 
The relentless pain eroding the carefully composed shell I built around myself

Nothing helps anymore
I used to think that if I found friends, found love, I would be happier
Nothing's changed. 
I climb two stairs only to slip and find myself at the bottom again
I immediately resume my climb, hoping to learn that I should just stay down
When you hit rock bottom, nothing worse can happen
No more pain can be found, no more words can torture me

The bulletholes in my wings keep me grounded, yet I still try to fly
The strain only injures me further
But a grounded bird of flight is as good as dead
So just kill me already.

© 2011 Sharkapillar


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It's nice to see you writing again,

Your poem emits the darkness we all feel inside never being good enough not for others but for ourselves

"The bulletholes in my wings keep me grounded, yet I still try to fly" loved this line very powerful a great poem

100/100

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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:) yeah.

This is really well done. There's a darkness to it....a forfeit of sorts, but the tone has this lovely smartass quality to it. The kind of fiery spirit that taunts death like a charging bull, then sidesteps the big b*****d as it attempts to gore.

so. yeah. I like it. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


moving write, live for today we can't change the past, but we can shape the future

Posted 8 Years Ago


Deep and Dark write...yet a tinge of hope, that you would keep fighting until you do take flight...and that will happen, when you dodge the bullets in life. ;)

Lovely poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


We all stare that feeling in the face everyday, You write in a free flowing manner that screams for the reader to pay attention. Each line gives the next a grace of its own. Your talent is great and I am sure will get much better in time...No flaws....Thank you for sharing...

Posted 8 Years Ago


I climb two stairs only to slip and find myself at the bottom again
I immediately resume my climb, hoping to learn that I should just stay down
When you hit rock bottom, nothing worse can happen
No more pain can be found, no more words can torture me

........................good writing. You have written with free mood of loving. with wishes.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This was a very emotional piece. I could feel the pain within it. I can relate to this piece. It does have a sense of darkness of it. I loved it though. Thanks for sharing. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Sometimes acts of extremity are required in order to return to flying ability - have you thought about throwing yourself off the largest metaphorical waterfall you can think of? Might force you to spread your wings and fly again. It's really an elegant solution because if you fly, you'll have achieved what you truly desired, and if you just fall, you'll achieve what you thought was the answer since you couldn't fly. Anyway, great piece, it reminds me of one I wrote years ago about purposely jumping off a waterfall that I've been meaning to rewrite.

Posted 8 Years Ago


wow this is amazing i love this, great job :))) mind checking out some of my stuff? thanks :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Unorganized yet free-flowing. This is what free-verse poems are about. Nice Read :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


It's nice to see you writing again,

Your poem emits the darkness we all feel inside never being good enough not for others but for ourselves

"The bulletholes in my wings keep me grounded, yet I still try to fly" loved this line very powerful a great poem

100/100

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Sharkapillar

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