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Chapter 0 - Someday

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Chapter 0 - Someday

Chapter 0 - Someday
I don't have a pair of eyes like everyone else
Instead I've got a pair of holes carved deep into my skin
But I have a pair of horns no one else has
And that's what makes them so utterly useless

I don't have a pretty smile like all the girls do
My lips are sealed with thread
And instead of a heart filled with love
I have a cage with a bird inside

Its feathers are made of silver
But they no longer shine
They're covered in dirt and darkness
No one has gotten near enough to clean them

It doesn't eat and it doesn't sing
And soon it will be dead
I can't save it myself
Because it's a part of me

If only someone approached and didn't run the other way
If only someone didn't avoid and fear me
But the only person that would do that
Is the one with a bird themselves

Someday, maybe that person will show up
Someday, my bird might start eating again
But it's gone my whole lifetime
And that someday feels very far away

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nedj77 on December 15, 2012, 1:32:23 PM

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nedj77really sad!!!!!!!! it seems really heart felt!!!!!! i want to feed the birdy now!!!!

Firiel on December 5, 2012, 9:26:01 PM

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FirielHorns are sharp. They are weapons. If you are the only one in the world with horns, that would seem to be a tactical advantage--unless you do not desire to fight with them.

What sort of person would carry a bird? Must it be a lonely bird like the speaker's own, or can it be a healthy, singing bird, which is willing to have companionship with a bird less well-off than itself?

I am not sure whether comments are welcome on this poem or not. If it is you speaking, and not a character whose point of view you have taken, it seems pretty personal.

Yoshi4EverAfter on December 6, 2012, 11:23:53 AM

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Yoshi4EverAfterThe person do not wish to use their horns to harm anybody, since the person doesn't like to fight and if they were to fight it would make everyone even more scared of them.

The person who would have a bird themselves could be one that don't let their "frightening" looks make them alone, but be a bit social and show people what's on the inside rather than what's on the outside (and therefore have a healthy and free bird that isn't trapped inside a cage). It could also be a person with a bird as miserable as the the person's in the poem, the two persons would probably be very relieved to find another person with a bird (at least the speaker would) and find comfort in each other. Hopefully they would come close enough to clean each other's birds, if so only a little.

I probably should add that you don't necessarily have to take the bird or the person's looks literally.

Sorry for my poor english, it's not my first language.

Firiel on December 6, 2012, 10:13:05 PM

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FirielYour English is not very poor. I can still understand you well.

I did think that the horns and birds were probably at least partly metaphors, but I did not know how exact they were, if that makes sense. Like, whether the horns were just an instance of somebody looking different, or whether they also implied something wrong, and whether they could be used as a tool to fight like real horns could.

Thank you for explaining things further. :)

Yoshi4EverAfter on December 8, 2012, 2:26:38 PM

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Yoshi4EverAfterYou're welcome, I'm glad you found interest in my poem. ^^