I’ve finally decided to enter something, for practice.

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once, I flew

once, my wings spread, I soared through the sky

catching air currents like waves in the ocean

but then I fell

I fell, and lost my wings

that freedom taken so easily

like a feather drifting away in the breeze

no, a tempest transforming

anything caught in its wrath

but I will glide through the oceans

and soar on the waves

while I weave my wings from hope

from ice and starlight

and I will wait

once, I flew

and I will fly again.

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 short and sweet! 

I'll Join!!!!! I LOVE THESE!!!!!!

I wish I had wings so I could

fly to the

clouds,

or maybe

the moon,

stars surrounding me,

enveloping me in

the grace

only the

flaming brightnesses

with the power to

destroy everything

can give.

I wish I had wings so I could

cover my nest,

my home,

with warmth

and security

that cannot be shaken.

I wish I had wings so I could

be an angel,

a guardian of this world,

and the next,

a bringer of peace,

and

sower of life.

I wish I had wings so I could

right the  wrongs

of the world,

fix the broken.

Alas, I cannot fly. 

help critique would be great :] I'm having a "I hate everything I write" phase lol (also it sounded better with my real name hmph)

what's your superpower?

[my name is woodwind, and i--]

i want to fly.

i want to reach for the clouds and soar through water vapor castles

[say i want to fly to hide my fear of falling]

i want to soar through thunderstorms before they even begin

[scared of crashing

scared of breaking

scared that no-one will be there to catch me before i hit the ground]

want to spiral into the sunset, my feathers hold-tinged in tomorrow,

i want to be free

[i want to feel safe,

i want to live]

it's not living if we never leave,

why do i have to be trapped here with

you? 

[i know you hate me but please don't leave me like

everyone else has

every time i start to trust them]

i don't hate you, i promise i just want to see the sky with you, i--

i want to fly

[i want to fly too, but

i'm not strong enough to get off the ground]

my name is woodwind, and i--

[i don't deserve to have wings.]

When we speak of wings

We all say we want them.

Little do we realise we already have them.

You all speak of hope, of dreams

Of the grand, wide open skies to soar alone in peace

I too once spoke of wings as freedom, a release.

Little did I realise I had them all along.

I look down at these broken things

And think “How will I ever fly with these?”

Years of battering and beatings have wrecked these dreams.

I always thought wings would be the escape,

Get them and you can go anywhere you please.

Real wings are not such a blessing after all.

Real wings are clunky and awkward

Blister where they are fused with skin

They get in the way and

Even when you learn to hide them away,

Pretend they don’t exist,

You still have to learn how to use them.

I always thought it would be natural,

I would get wings and take to the sky like a bird,

Strong thumps of my own heartbeat enough to keep me afloat

So what happens when my heart falters and I realise

I am so much heavier than air?

Is this what Icarus felt 

Before being banished to a watery grave?

Never would I have imagined

That having wings would make me feel worse;

Knowing all this time I had the means,

But simply never utilised them,

I should have long ago taken flight, as I always wanted

But I couldn’t.

I still can’t.

And it’s all on me, no one else can teach your body how to fly.

It was all up to me,

And I never could.

So what does a winged creature do when it cannot fly?

It wilts, like wildflowers picked and placed in a basket,

A bird in a fancy cage.

It fades like the sun, promised to be eternal

But there is no denying that it is currently

Staining the clouds warm with its golden blood.

It crumbles to dust, like all animals do,

Crumples like a paper aeroplane whose snout is too badly damaged.

Its heart breaks anew each day

Knowing it could have, but still didn’t.

And now it is too late to learn.

Don't let your chance pass you by. 

The days are dark

Feeling scared and alone 

Waiting for a call

But won't answer the phone 

---but why---

Curled up in the cold

Claustrophobic space 

Stone hard heart 

Tear stained face

Frozen

Afraid of the world 

Too scared to shine

Locked up inside 

Never feel what I do is fine

Tell me I'm alright/I don't want to-

Can't seem to run

Or smile at all

No color shows

Only gray comes to fall

Black and white and mix it well

All feeling has left

The meaning of life

Anything still here 

Is hate and strife

(Can't scream and let it all out)

What I've got to understand 

Is words can't hurt me

Looks can't beat me down

Only I can set me free

But how I just can't ---

Unfurling feathers

Breaking from my cage

That I created 

From grief and rage

Break free break free gotta BREAK

I can spread my wings 

(Spreading wide)

Leaving behind self doubt 

(Shake it off )

And take to the sky

(Just watch me fly)

With a carefree shout

(EeeeAAAAAH) 

maybe it would solve everything 

if we could drift away on the chill of a breeze

if the knuckles on our laced fingers grew wings

sent us spiraling into the sky  

our converse slipping off our feet 

tumbling into the sea 

leaving nothing to remind us of the ground 

if we don't remember the earth 

would we ever really miss it

if we soared away 

would they ever really miss us

our wings will never lose feathers if 

we refuse to look their way 

maybe they will forget we ever flew away and

maybe we will forget why we ever had to leave and 

maybe we will forget that we were

banished to the sky.  

a chance for flight

the shattered gray sky on an ashen horizon reflects my hollow heart

the bleak,lonely,rain reminds me of my bleak,lonely,tears~

spared by their thin iridescence from the charcoal pen that draws my tinted world

the whispering wind reminds me of my whispering doubts 

~threatening a hurricane of regret and floods of my ocean of sadness

life fading and love fleeting from my ever somber soul

the only hope I know is the mourning dove~

the only pigment of color in my world that is only the shade of forgotten things and harsh memories,broken mirrors and broken hearts,the only colors I know 

the mourning dove~whos symphonies and crescendos of something soft and true

whisks me away on wings of shelter and flowing,flawless melodies of hope~

and I never knew how cold and numb I was until my frozen heart thawed

but just before the temptation of a smile overruled dark judgment~

the sweet song dissolves under the looming clouds of deficient perspicacity

and those wings,too, solvate under the weight of isolation and confinement

and so now I am glacial,immobile,snared in seclusion,and vacant once more

philosophy says we are not meant to fly~not because we can’t~

but because we will fly too close to the sun, as it is human nature to always 

take and hurt and hate and shove and want and fall and break and break and break

we have fragile bones that will never support wings of our own~

fragile bodies that can never resist gravity and cold and heartbreak and falling

we can never fly because we can never believe~cursed to fall and shatter

and we kill birds because they learned to obtain wings~and because they have a chance of bliss in our marred earth~and because they never fall unless we kill them

and so this winter I learned that once our icy rivers thaw along with our icy hearts, and until our gossiping winds calm along with our gossiping mouths~it will be spring and we will have a chance for flight and regrowth~

a chance we will never deserve

(sorry woodwind for adding that deserve like you did)

When is judging?????