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  • wordie_birdie_ 49w

    They played the symphony
    Mariachi band and in voices of a child
    banners of glory touched the sky
    And the flute shook the crust beneath
    it could be the sound that took the march
    or the minds of the blind
    speakers have exiled to the land of honey and macaroons
    the cries heard by the land of forgotten
    “Justice has no color”
    but in the eyes of ignorance
    it is a fair black.

    “Innocence has no color”


    ©wordie_birdie_

  • wordie_birdie_ 49w

    I am a little shadow on your west
    where your eyes squint
    I am a little river etched in your presence
    where you swiftly navigate
    I am a story told to you at bed time
    when you look under your bed
    I am a thing or two misplaced
    when you look for your keys
    I am a desire of warmth and coziness
    when you wrap around your cloak
    I am a mist that silently follows
    when you wipe your eyes
    I am everything and little things that you do
    When you don’t notice
    I live within and around you
    when you silently sleep


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  • wordie_birdie_ 93w

    THE ONLY POSSIBLE WAY I SEE YOU AND ME IS IF YOU’RE THE EARTH AND I’M THE THUNDERCLOUD.
    HAVING SAID THAT, WHEN DO YOU WANT ME TO RAIN ON YOUR PARADE?

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  • wordie_birdie_ 93w

    You saw her as a woman-throwing her tantrum, losing her balance, acting like a child.
    But on the inside she was just a little girl, analyzing her little screams, asking the world to understand her..
    You saw her as a woman- tantalizing her cries, asking for attention, being bitchy..
    But she was just a lost soul, asking for direction, trying to gain your trust..

    It’s not what we see but how we perceive.


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  • wordie_birdie_ 94w

    One day hope will conjure you into believing something that’s implausible.
    And when that happens.. run. Run like you’ve been chased by a pack of canines. Run like the earth is splitting into half. Run like you have been hit by an apocalypse.
    Because my dear- having hope is just another way of killing your self bit by bit.

    ©wordie_birdie_

  • wordie_birdie_ 95w

    Heaven falls in little rays of light
    into your eyes that shine so bright
    Alive with you in my little films
    your looks are envied by the nephilims .

    Your voice like the deepest oceans
    Galvanic motions are your sensation
    You live in my beige pages spilled with ink
    my little world is where we always link.

    ©wordie_birdie_

  • wordie_birdie_ 95w

    In a crowded street
    ruled by masqueraders
    I passed by you
    Carrying my shards.

    Logo on my skin
    Looking akin
    mark on your forehead
    Looking ahead.

    strangers we were
    Know it all
    picking up our leftovers
    We live it all.

    ©wordie_birdie_