The Unquiet Bird

The writings and artistic interests of Erin M. Welcome to my lair.

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Dry Spell

These days, I am The Sahara desert Your touch draws No water from me.

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Love Is

A fever dream, you were Burning into me as I Was burning into you The air around us in Flames as the forest of Half-hearted phrases Fell to the ground.

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Another Day

I am waiting for the moment In which we fling off the chains The polite prose and ponderous woes Of everyday 'things' that keep us Confined and imprisoned, conditioned And salivating when The bell sounds at lunch I am waiting for you To break open the padlocks Release me from the strip jacket And tear into me, turning me on just to Throw me off kilter for a day or two Into the blue and evanescence Of everything in its boring Lackadaisical Entirety.

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Getting Old

A stir in the pool The restless seedling rises up Growth bursting through us.

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From my window

Lights bring a heartbeat An orchestrated shrill fills The cityscape's lungs.

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Keeping the City Away

Sleeping mice are fond Of the safety of their dreams Just the same as me.

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Hey, March

Spring slowly returns A color to my pale cheeks I am awake now.

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Fear

An amber red moon Stirs the souls of many men Hearts beating like drums.

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Summer in the City

Summer in the city full of Short skirts, red lips of I want this more than... With legs open to receive love I kiss her thighs and she shudders A perfect imperfect match.

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Anxiety

Crippling whirlwind An intoxicated mess hall Full of desperate wailing Bursting at the seams Leaking through as Beads of sweat Pouring from The palms of my hand.

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[culturenlifestyle]

Hauntingly Beautiful Driftwood Sculptures by Nagato Iwasaki

Japanese artist Nagato Iwasaki is an elusive artist whose conceptual sculptures evoke a sense of melancholy and sorrow amidst viewers.

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Being Me

As I wrestle with myself and How to make sure my face Appears a certain way You smile and hold The mirror up to me Revealing the tear stains The heavy bags under My sleepless eyes You show me who I am And tell me It's okay to be sad It's okay to be Who you are with me.

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In Her Head

I am up in the clouds while You call from below Flailing your arms Hopelessly, fearing That my stoney expression Will never change back.

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Furniture and objects by Carine Jannin, Rachel & Benoît Convers

French design studio ibride for almost 20 years, has become the emblem of a sensitive and instinctive design. enigmatic bestiaries and dreamlike creatures have been nattering and investing themselves in our homes.

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home - run with us.

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Procrastinating

Self-inflicted paralysis Knotted fingers Cross-eyed and Hackneyed The world is spinning Madly on Without me. It's too much even To lift a finger, but Don't worry I'll be up soon Maybe later I promise.

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Stress

I describe it as: Swimming through mud Shadows and smoke Clouding vision, Acid rain burning Through all your skin, A migraine chainsawing Splitting open Your entire skull And, sadly, It's only morning So I stir the nail And cradle my wishes for Change on a grand scale A fantastic pipe-dream Dancing on the Rings of Saturn. One day without demons Isn't too much to ask for, Is it?

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Johnny Flynn and Laura Marling- “The Water.” I’m glad of what keeps me afloat