i was not made to get an education and a job and exist with awareness of this increasingly nightmarish world i was made to be a little sparrow who lives behind a store sign and spends all day foraging for seeds or perhaps bugs
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There are two wolves inside but one of them is just a little boy who wants to love and be loved.
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Practical to the end,
it is the poem
of his existence
that triumphed
finally;
a wisp of feathers
flattened to the pavement,
wings spread symmetrically
as if in flight,
the head gone,
the black escutcheon of the breast
undecipherable,
an effigy of a sparrow,
a dried wafer only,
left to say
and it says it
without offense,
beautifully;
This was I,
a sparrow.
I did my best;
farewell.
William Carlos Williams, excerpt of "The Sparrow," from Selected Poems
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Unexpected guest -
I have no crumbs to share
With sparrows today.
-acklum
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There’s no emergency, no sirens, no panic. If a sparrow drowns in the lake and sinks to the bottom—its feathers, bones, tiny organs falling into nothingness—did it happen? It’s quiet, I still have breath. I’m keeping the blankets, the sheets, the mattress warm. When my feathers sink to the bottom of the lake will that, too, go unnoticed?
— From Winter, ‘Sparrow Drowning’
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Little sparrow, on its lonesome,
wandering throughout the skies,
In it flies to the Widow's nest
To know her kiss before she dies,
From endless, aimless, emtpy heights,
Does freedom's luster start to ebb,
And so down, down, down it soars,
Into the Widow's waiting web,
For she would give her precious wings,
And all the feathers on her back,
To feel her dear Widow's embrace,
To be her loving, little snack,
The Widow waits so patiently,
For her wayward love to return,
Loving confines she will give her,
A kiss of venom she will earn,
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I hear whispers in my ears.
So I pull you above the gray fog.
Listen to you ramble about your life,
Under another identity.
And when the Blood Moon has passed,
Now that you won’t lose control,
I send you back to your room,
And you sit there with you own thoughts.
Meanwhile I’m behind the door,
I also open my eyes,
Then look up at the ceiling,
Knowing all that happened to you.
———
Fors x Gehrman.
Then you have a fanart with Fors sitting on the floor while thinking and Gehrman leaning on the door outside the room.
It would be cool, right?
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currently thinking about “ everything sings”
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There was something deep and dark inside her that spoke only in whispers, so quiet that everyone else chose to ignore it. Just the wind, they would say. Nothing to worry about. But it never scared me. There, inside her, lay the truth, a truth she barely understood. But the closer you leaned in, the louder those whispers became, until it was all but a war cry.
You came back. I always knew you were a good man.
I’m not sorry.
Would you sail to the ends of the earth and beyond to fetch back witty Jack and him precious pearl? Yes.
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Shuttle weaves away
Spider crafts delicate web
Beauty in fate
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Bookends
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From the first page unto the last,
Yes, I will stand by you, steadfast.
The weight you hold up lessens true
When my will grants new strength to you.
Between us, countless, profound words
Fill pressing space with praise unheard.
Folded, covered, and bound with care,
There never was a greater pair
Than you and I, and me and you,
To bear the burdens made for two.
You still stand by me, yes, steadfast,
From the first page unto the last.
~
"Bookends" poem by OneWingedSparrow
Screenshots from Darkness Rising Part 1 / Predacons Rising
Read on AO3
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sparrow
it left no trace, no dent
no blood, only
splinters buried neatly
in soft, invisible flesh
the windowpane, reverberating
but unbroken, the beak
opening and closing, silently
stubbornly opening and closing
heart racing in vain
in the hollow of my palm, and I asked myself if
the sparrow died as senselessly
as all of us will, or
if the gnawing teeth of predators
would make my life more
precious
if hollow bones break faster
and if I were to lie
in the smooth paw of a giant
bloodlessly impaled, my mouth
opening and closing, silently
stubbornly, hopelessly
opening and closing
if I were to waste
my life under an indifferent gaze
if I were to die
would I cry for help
or mercy
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[a cavallo]
* * * *
Got A Life
Someone told me:
“Get a life!”
So I got a life.
But I was better
off without one.
[Sparrow]
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House Sparrows
And there they sit
in the garden with everyone.
Noone will quit,
noone is done.
They mock, sing, scream,
to make one wish it was all a dream.
They know your weakness,
your pain, your uniqueness.
When you cry form pain,
now that is a darn shame,
it will not hear,
it wil not speak,
yet it is near.
With their swift beak
will they bite you 'till you bleed
or they fulfill the greed.
The will consume you,
make you into brew
and eat themselves full,
not leaving a spoonful.
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