A Little Birdie: Homeless and Saved

Natural · 03-22-2014, 03:43 AM

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It was my middle thirties, I met a little birdie
In my head it was perfect under the surface
I knew the language, he relieved my anguish
Retrieved my saneness, cleansed my dreams
Waves of changes made them painted clean
Tranquil blankets of make believe, aiding me
Trading places with reality, I say this thankfully
I was stained with grief, so drained and weak
Roaming homeless, lonely, in rain for weeks
So soaked in a hopeless series of errie omens
I thought I'd be better off in a coffin below them
Left to rott and put out of the misery I roll in
I was done slumming in empty parking lots
Done diving in alley ways in the darkest spots
Until this little birdie came into my head chirping
I was certain I would be dead in my bed of burbon

razor wayans damon blades · 03-22-2014, 09:49 PM

I dont know if this was supposed to be read like prose or a poem. Either way it's very self targeted. A bit of conveyance through conjecture wouldve been mostly appreciate though the picture and topic itself was oustanndingggggg!!

03-22-2014, 03:43 AM	#1
Natural Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 691 Rep Power: 0	A Little Birdie: Homeless and Saved . It was my middle thirties, I met a little birdie In my head it was perfect under the surface I knew the language, he relieved my anguish Retrieved my saneness, cleansed my dreams Waves of changes made them painted clean Tranquil blankets of make believe, aiding me Trading places with reality, I say this thankfully I was stained with grief, so drained and weak Roaming homeless, lonely, in rain for weeks So soaked in a hopeless series of errie omens I thought I'd be better off in a coffin below them Left to rott and put out of the misery I roll in I was done slumming in empty parking lots Done diving in alley ways in the darkest spots Until this little birdie came into my head chirping I was certain I would be dead in my bed of burbon

03-22-2014, 09:49 PM	#2
razor wayans damon blades Member Join Date: Mar 2014 Posts: 43 Rep Power: 3501587	I dont know if this was supposed to be read like prose or a poem. Either way it's very self targeted. A bit of conveyance through conjecture wouldve been mostly appreciate though the picture and topic itself was oustanndingggggg!!