Red wings

Red wings

A Poem by fattycbreezy52
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What if something you have so long aspired for is nothing as you expect it to be?

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Acting as an inspiration for a multitude
to fly high and touch the endless is nothing,
but a rigid,horizontal structure.
These movable appendages make me curious about their meaning.
I am inactive,waiting in the wings.
These wings are exiled,
Fluttering behind those vertical,milky bars of my stubborn air-conditioner.
They bleed to expose their aerial power and sacrifice their nanoscopic molecules for me to enjoy the flexibility of the cold air,they exhibit.
The cold air intake passes deep into my internal-combustion engine.
Yet,it breaks my bones into those tiny,rigid pieces and leave them numb!
They talk among themselves in the middle of the night.
My broken bones have enjoyed a quick rise.
My joints have elevated the pleasure!
Sound waves could not qualify enjoying the pleasure coming from the sound of those broken bones.
It's like loving a lion that cannot be tamed!
The repeated Crepitation is a bliss!
Who says I'm fractured?
I am still numb,
Numb from the deadly cold which shook my very existence,
Yet,rendered nothing vital.
It didn't diagnose me with a vulgar feeling of its own.
The grating of those bones mingled with the vertical straps that had in it,the wings trapped.
The feathers hugging its tight surface had already loosen their grip.
It was waiting to be scavenged by an already despised crow,to collect and reuse it.
Those real red wings have already said their goodbye
And they still depend upon those recycled red bull cans to give them wings.

© 2015 fattycbreezy52


Author's Note

fattycbreezy52
I would appreciate some reviews.Thankyou!

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I know exactly where you're coming from Fatty. Using instructions from a life-hack site I used Red Bull cans painted black in an array under plexiglass, to create a heater for my shed and in the Winter under full sun they DID NOT heat my shed and I was frozen silly.
RED BULL my arse.
Great wee poem by the way.

Posted 9 Years Ago


fattycbreezy52

9 Years Ago

haha,Anto.I do not know about this coming from a life-hack site but the inspiration behind this defi.. read more

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Added on May 23, 2015
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Music,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..

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