Brown feathers fall, whipping
cracks escape surrounding trees
as heavy pants free from aching lungs.
Fear across face, blinding, dripping off beak.
Destination freedom, so feet
scuttle, scurrying from sounds
of slow following footsteps.
Closer, closer, never breaking pace.
Frantic flapping falls short, wings lay
lifeless at sides. Feet no longer move,
yet nearby creeping continues. Single step
taken before feathered body shocked still.
He stares into the eyes of another,
whose soulless slits clobbers heart
against his tender chest. Wings raised high
nearby sky close, containing endless blue,
but hot stones shoot, paralyzing
muscle
Brown feathers fall, whipping
cracks escape surrounding trees
as heavy pants free from aching lungs.
Fear across face, blinding, dripping off beak.
Destination freedom, so feet
scuttle, scurrying from sounds
of slow following footsteps.
Closer, closer, never breaking pace.
Frantic flapping falls short, wings lay
lifeless at sides. Feet no longer move,
yet nearby creeping continues. Single step
taken before feathered body shocked still.
He stares into the eyes of another,
whose soulless slits clobbers heart
against his tender chest. Wings raised high
nearby sky close, containing endless blue,
but hot stones shoot, paralyzing
muscle
I can't hold my eyes open to this blazing dusk,
And the rays of the golden sun kaleidoscope the sky.
I hold my hand in a quivering salute to block the glare,
To shade these fluttering open books.
I've lasted the day and this finale is testament,
A message of sweet and blissful smiles to live for.
I turn the collar of my coat to the glittering coast,
And finish my long since warm Corona.
I hurl the bottle to the breaking waves with a wild yell,
Watching as it glitters in the now violet sky.
I've lasted the storm and this my challenge,
My prideful taunt to the coming night.
Sun rises again, miles between us remain unchanged
like rushing rivers and extended state lines, closer than hand.
How many days must pass until I see his face again and grasp
no longer cold, empty from dangling fingers. Left
to clutch, nails boring deep into palms, aching to brush
against his chest as a new sun rises, miles between us remain
distant as memories of smoldering eyes. A sliced
and split photograph cannot compare so I will wait
for the day until I can see his face again and kiss
those sweet parted lips, tempting, burning red.
They danced against my tongue, leaving behind taste of sugar
into the morning and rising sun wher
Hi- I'm Keiko:3 I'm a writer and artist; my dream is to become a published author someday! I also wouldn't mind commissioning some art on the side every now and then too!
D: Guess it's back to work. It sucks because I had so much fun being with my friends and stuff. I'm going to keep writing my book and work on the art commission I have....
Hopefully I'll keep improving both my art and writing!!
Because I before, I wanted to really try and share my work with more people on DA...
But then second semester started again, and I don't really have the same amount of time :( That doesn't mean I love you guys any less *hugs*
I just kinda wanna pass my first year of college XP
Welp... I've finally gotten back into dA. Actually, I've been trying to do more of...well, everything. I think seeing my friends work hard every day inspired me to try and get some stuff done.
But, I'm going to try and become self published by the end of December (asides from my Anthology.) Also, I'm thinking I'll start commissions... Pretty sure no one would buy my drawings XD but I am a pretty decent editor. I could help with literature and what not...
Anyway, I'll try my best this year:with writing and drawing! >:3