Hey, Mister Bird,
I saw you on the roof today
In that worn out metal cage.
The door was open but you stayed.
Hey, Mister Bird,
I heard you sing today;
I heard your sweet symphony
Through the bars you made.
Hey, Mister Bird, | x2
Why not fly away? |
Chorus:
Caged bird, spread your wings.
Caged bird, let your feathers gleam.
Break free, from your own chains.
Free bird, you can't be tamed.
Hey, Mister Bird,
Did you feel the sun today?
Or were you perched in the shade
Under the roof of your domain?
Hey, Mister Bird,
Did you feel the wind today?
Or did you hide inside
The walls of your mind?
Hey Mister Bird,
The War Has Just Begun by Alexia-Shriver, literature
Literature
The War Has Just Begun
Feathers on a breeze,
Floating up so high.
The sky is alight;
The ashes soaring by.
The daffodils all spread
On the greens below;
Crushed in the burst
From the bombs above.
The darkness is seeping in.
The war has just begun.
The fires and the desires
Will wring us 'til we're wrung.
The darkness is seeping in.
The war has just begun.
The fires and the desires
Will wring us 'til we're wrung.
All will turn their eyes
From the land below.
Guns are in their hands,
The cannons at their sides.
The green fields are gone;
The sky is burning bright.
The ashes are soaring by;
The shadows are growing long.
The darkness is seeping
WAR.
The word was written in thick black ink, screaming on the page. The lettering was blatant, scratched deeply into the rough parchment. The one who had written the cruel word had left before it dried. The excess ink crawled down the page. It had not yet reached the writing below:
It is defined as the waging of armed conflict against an enemy. Did I say 'enemy'? How do you define, 'enemy'? As a soldier, my enemy is the one who I am told to fight. For surely my superiors must have great reason for me to kill. Surely what I do is out of justice, and fo
My eyes are a flutter,
Meeting soft, reflected light,
As I hear the mutter
Of water's descending flight.
I stand in shallow water pools;
Waves moving to and fro.
The center shines with infinite jewels
That cast the faintest glow.
I don't feel so cold,
Even with icy tones
Sparkling on the green gold
Of moss on stones.
I breathe out a long sigh--
Wispy wind washes over me
As I look to the sky
To see the starry sea.
Just above the central sight,
A floating harp plays
And music fills the night
Drawing my softest gaze.
The melody follows a rhythmic tune,
Of waterfalls making the walls,
Of chambers open to the moon,
And echoe
Let night and day be enemies,
Fighting for position in the sky,
In a never-ending battle
Of blinding light and shrouding dark.
I am the neutral sunset,
The in-between of sides.
Back and forth I go,
Neither choosing, nor preferring.
Why choose to be so bright,
Yet only be so dark
From morn' to night?
Why choose to be so dark,
While wishing for the light
As the moon is burning bright?
I'd rather be a fleeting moment
Of vibrant and vapid colors,
As cools and warms flash
Across the sky.
I can be a mixture of reds,
With a sea of blue;
Tiny streaks of purple
Or dotted with shades of yellow hue.
Why choose to be one color
Alwa
DS-VA: 1. graduation by Alexia-Shriver, literature
Literature
DS-VA: 1. graduation
"Vincent!"
Vincent woke with a start, bolting up in his bed. He looked toward the door and sighed heavily. He then looked at his clock on the dresser beside his bed.
A bored expression crossed his face. "It's still too early for this crap."
"Vincent Alvarius!" A female voice screamed again.
He rolled his eyes and got out of bed, almost falling as he staggered over to the door. He yawned as he leaned against it and turned the knob. Rubbing his eyes, he walked out of his bedroom into the hall.
The voice rang out again. "Vincent! How dare you leave me out here?"
"Would you be quiet? You're too loud for th
Hey, Mister Bird,
I saw you on the roof today
In that worn out metal cage.
The door was open but you stayed.
Hey, Mister Bird,
I heard you sing today;
I heard your sweet symphony
Through the bars you made.
Hey, Mister Bird, | x2
Why not fly away? |
Chorus:
Caged bird, spread your wings.
Caged bird, let your feathers gleam.
Break free, from your own chains.
Free bird, you can't be tamed.
Hey, Mister Bird,
Did you feel the sun today?
Or were you perched in the shade
Under the roof of your domain?
Hey, Mister Bird,
Did you feel the wind today?
Or did you hide inside
The walls of your mind?
Hey Mister Bird,
The War Has Just Begun by Alexia-Shriver, literature
Literature
The War Has Just Begun
Feathers on a breeze,
Floating up so high.
The sky is alight;
The ashes soaring by.
The daffodils all spread
On the greens below;
Crushed in the burst
From the bombs above.
The darkness is seeping in.
The war has just begun.
The fires and the desires
Will wring us 'til we're wrung.
The darkness is seeping in.
The war has just begun.
The fires and the desires
Will wring us 'til we're wrung.
All will turn their eyes
From the land below.
Guns are in their hands,
The cannons at their sides.
The green fields are gone;
The sky is burning bright.
The ashes are soaring by;
The shadows are growing long.
The darkness is seeping
WAR.
The word was written in thick black ink, screaming on the page. The lettering was blatant, scratched deeply into the rough parchment. The one who had written the cruel word had left before it dried. The excess ink crawled down the page. It had not yet reached the writing below:
It is defined as the waging of armed conflict against an enemy. Did I say 'enemy'? How do you define, 'enemy'? As a soldier, my enemy is the one who I am told to fight. For surely my superiors must have great reason for me to kill. Surely what I do is out of justice, and fo
My eyes are a flutter,
Meeting soft, reflected light,
As I hear the mutter
Of water's descending flight.
I stand in shallow water pools;
Waves moving to and fro.
The center shines with infinite jewels
That cast the faintest glow.
I don't feel so cold,
Even with icy tones
Sparkling on the green gold
Of moss on stones.
I breathe out a long sigh--
Wispy wind washes over me
As I look to the sky
To see the starry sea.
Just above the central sight,
A floating harp plays
And music fills the night
Drawing my softest gaze.
The melody follows a rhythmic tune,
Of waterfalls making the walls,
Of chambers open to the moon,
And echoe
Let night and day be enemies,
Fighting for position in the sky,
In a never-ending battle
Of blinding light and shrouding dark.
I am the neutral sunset,
The in-between of sides.
Back and forth I go,
Neither choosing, nor preferring.
Why choose to be so bright,
Yet only be so dark
From morn' to night?
Why choose to be so dark,
While wishing for the light
As the moon is burning bright?
I'd rather be a fleeting moment
Of vibrant and vapid colors,
As cools and warms flash
Across the sky.
I can be a mixture of reds,
With a sea of blue;
Tiny streaks of purple
Or dotted with shades of yellow hue.
Why choose to be one color
Alwa
Current Residence: Ye Olde Orangeville Favourite genre of music: epic(not kidding, it is a genre... thank movies for that) Operating System: Windows 7(still kind of annoying) MP3 player of choice: Still got my iRiver Favourite cartoon character: Bender (Futurama) Personal Quote: Eh... I'll think of something tomorrow.
Hey all,
I don't know if anyone really visits here anymore, but if they do, I finally have news. I wouldn't call it bad news or good news so... just news.
I will be closing this account or just leaving it to rot, whichever is easier. I have a lot of friends on here though so I don't want to leave people in the dark. I'm not leaving DeviantArt. In fact, this is so that I can be active on DA again. The likelihood is that I won't be posting old deviations on my new account, but they are backed up and may end up in the scraps for old times' sake.
The thing is, a LOT has changed since the last time I was on. My whole life has changed. Just abou
I am very excited this year for my largest challenge yet:
Finishing the 50,000 words-in-a-month challenge while attending university.
All the years before were just practice. This is the real deal. Learning three languages plus writing in my native tongue, English, I have quite the mountain to overcome. I know there are quite a few deviants here that also do it.
NaNoWriMo is in less than half a minute so I'll cut this short.
Good luck this year everyone! Let's get through this together!
Broadway Takes a Bath
Certainly not the front page headline on the Orangeville Banner, but it did appear on the front page today(the actual article was inside the newspaper. As public workers are cleaning up the soap suds in the middle of Broadway, the main road in Orangeville, for the second time in a week, locals are becoming frustrated from expenses to clean it up and the simple idea of this being the third time it has been soaped.
However, their frustrations have turned to stereotyping and general 'ageist' attitudes. One man, who had apparently walked down the street that day, stated, "What is wrong with youth today? They have