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[birdsofafeatherpen]

you are the soft, melodic plucking of guitar strings on an early autumn evening. you are someone i want to spend thursday mornings sharing vanilla coffee with. you are the cool mist that sprinkles my windshield on six‘o’clock mornings that are equal parts difficult and beautiful. you have good, strong hands that heal and hold. you are a wishing well that i’ve tossed all of my change into. you are earnest laughter which reaches the eyes and makes you crinkle your nose and it’s twelve a.m., and sitting here with you feels honest. i am poems written at four in the morning. i am the scent of the coming winter. i am wild curly hair that i both love and hate. i am favorite books that have been collecting dust on my shelf for years and secondhand music stores full of ancient pianos and out of tune violins. you are the stars. a galaxy full of the brightest constellations. i am a supernova, and you have stardust in your hair.

on fall and falling (via birdsofafeatherpen)

[birdsofafeatherpen]

Can I use one of your poems for a recitation project at school? I really love them! I'd be sure to use your name!

i'd be honored! come off anon and talk to me! :)

[birdsofafeatherpen]

I am sitting in the only place I can think of where I’ve never sat with you, and I can’t get this stupid melody you taught me out from underneath my fingertips. Your damn bedhead and five o’ clock shadow makes me want you more than your words ever did, and I don’t understand how your skin feels so familiar when you barely ever let me touch you. I am sick with the fact that three people asked you if I was your girlfriend the other day, and how missing your family makes me miss you all the more. Your mother has always been so sweet to me. The memory of your sister’s look as you sat with an arm around me and how she still shared her coffee with me, and your brother’s weighted gaze as he tried to figure out if you and I still meant something to each other, and the fact that your father passed away three months after he sat us down and showed me your baby pictures haunts me thoroughly. Every boy I’ve dated’s fathers are dead and I feel a strange ache in my bones because of it. I regret that we were too patient with each other. For once we should have been passionate. I should have yelled at you that time you went out drinking with your friends when you knew full well you’d be too hungover to see me the next day, or when there was a freak snowstorm on Valentine’s Day and so you cancelled our date altogether. I should have showed some kind of emotion instead of quietly forgiving you. I wanted your damn six a.m.s, but once I finally got them, I found you gazing at the flowers and evergreens instead of me. I’m sorry I couldn’t be as beautiful and carry the same peace they do. I don’t blame you for not wanting the chaos I was named for. I will be sure to name my future children names that mean peace and hope rather than names that mean challenger, like mine does, or that weigh their bones with chaos and destruction. You left your raincoat here and damn it, it still smells like you and almost all of last January. I’m still half in love with your hands and your smile so don’t look at me like that, and don’t teach me another song on guitar if you don’t want me anymore. I haven’t truly pined for you in four months, but I am not getting any better.

[birdsofafeatherpen]

HI!!!! i just discovered your blog and it's so lovely. I love how I can relate to a lot of your writing and how your writing has helped build my courage to start writing again. I hope I can see more of your writing in the future! have a great day and thank you for existing! :)

Wow, thank you so much! I'm so happy to hear that I've encouraged you. Thanks for taking the time to say tell me that! Keep it up!

[birdsofafeatherpen]

I'm so sorry I haven't been posting as much lately. My heart has been so mixed up that I'm not even sure what to write about anymore. I really need to sit down and write honestly. The only way I'm going to figure out this old heart of mine is just to write it out. 

[birdsofafeatherpen]

You lead me to the wilderness, and the path before me beckons gently. I cannot resist its soft calling through the trees. This road is rocky, uneven, and unpaved, and I am blind and cannot tell the East from the West. My steps are unsteady, and I soon become ensnared by brambles and thorns, but taking my hand you guide me out of the wasteland. Whether the birds singing and the sun shining, or the path hard and steep, you still do not part from my side. Emerging from the deep woods, I am not the same as I once was. My feet are rough and calloused, but have become confident in their steps. I have been made stronger from this long journey, and it was not made in vain. Change is not a withholding of blessing, but rather, the beginning of it.

A New Path // Delaney B.

[birdsofafeatherpen]

I wanted much more. That's okay.

Six word story #25

[birdsofafeatherpen]

'It seems you all have someone to go home to,' she thought as she gazed out the window. 'Returning brings you joy, for you know you will see them again shortly. But all I have is a longing for a man I don't even know. A face I can picture clearly but a heart I may never have the opportunity to understand. And I am leaving. '

[birdsofafeatherpen]

I cried more today in my kitchen about not having enough money to buy shoes than I did about you. I cried more about wondering how I was going to pay for college on two jobs paying minimum wage than I did about us. Don't get me wrong, I still wonder if you feel me in your fingertips, if you still think about the fact that in twenty years I was the only one to touch your hands. If twenty years after that you'll still remember spending Christmastime with me, walking under the night stars and twinkle lights in the biting air, uncaring that the car was shabby and our hair was unruly against hats and the wind Don't get me wrong, our paths crossed when they needed to, but I deserve more than just to wonder. I'm not sure if this is letting you go, or just words disguised as healing.

Don't Get Me Wrong || Delaney B.

[birdsofafeatherpen]

The seasons all mixed up and so am I. The spring has not won this yearly battle quite yet. Winter is pushing its limit still, overstepping boundaries onto blooming flora. Spring is fighting back but is catching a cold from Winter’s icy gaze and though gasping, she still manages to breathe a few warm days into being before the frost overtakes again. It is March, but the winter triumphed over the spring once more. The wind races through my hair, tangling it like the highway roads to the city, and the frigid rain covers it like a blanket and blurs out the skyline. Last week I was sure the summer was on its way. The sun on my face was hot and familiar, and the joy it brought melted through the last remnants of the winter inside my heart. The daffodils and crocuses are springing their way up though it snowed just weeks ago, but it isn’t their time yet. I am still tracking inside the last of Autumn’s crunchy leaves. I am like the daffodils. I am hopeful and impatient. I jump at the first sight of spring, but I also wither from the slightest frosty breath. It’s been a long winter, and I’m ready. I’m sure of it! I’m ready to bloom and show off my colors! I let my restlessness get the best of me. I am not yet ready for petals, sunshine, and growth. I want to be. And maybe come April, I will be. But if I bloom now, I will be alone. I will miss the magnolia trees, and the pristine zoysia grass, and children’s pealing laughter. If I bloom now, I will not be complete. I think of the joy that is to come, and I wait.

Seasons || Delaney B.

[birdsofafeatherpen]

Where have you been? Come back please I miss you and your wonderful words

Thank you kindly. I'm so sorry I've been so absent. Life has been getting in the way lately but I'm graduating next week and I'm working on a lot of pieces right now so I (and my words!) should be back very soon! :)

[birdsofafeatherpen]

today was so lovely. it snowed today and school let our early and i feel so content and beautiful today. this post is to remind me to make this day into a poem sometime soon.

[thesparrowsong]

Hey have you written anything lately? :)

Hey there! I’ve written bits and pieces of things, but I haven’t finished anything in a while. I have a few finished pieces that I need to edit though. Thanks for asking! Hopefully I’ll have more stuff up on my writing blog soon. :)

I’m thinking about doing a sort of “fragment” or “scattered” poetry type of thing like Amanda and writingsforwinter do where you post bits of things, and then work them into a piece later, but I haven’t decided yet. Because that would certainly have me posting more often.

[birdsofafeatherpen]

You are such a beautiful and talented human being. Your writing inspires me to write down every good or bad moment in my life. It seems as if you value every second of your life. It's refreshing.

Thank you so much, I really needed your kind words. And yes, I really do value every second of my life. It's still beautiful, still a learning and growing experience to me. :)

[birdsofafeatherpen]

It is December twenty-sixth and I am dusting the heavy debris off my lungs, filling in the tiny fissures in my kneecaps and my wrists from wishing people I'll never know a Merry Christmas. From broken traditions. From the joy of yesterday and same-old new today. From the scent of pines. From not being able to hold your hand.

- December 26th, A Memory. || Delaney B.

[birdsofafeatherpen]

I want you guys to know that I haven't forgotten about the requests I've received for poems! I apologize that it's taking me so long to get to them. My winter break has been slightly busier than I expected, and strangely I'm finding it more difficult to write lately because there are just so many words in my head. But I haven't forgotten about writing or you lovely people! Hopefully I can get some new poetry up soon. :)