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Once upon a time 'Poem'
They saw her in the library
Discarded on a chair
And her glossy, shiny cover
Made them notice she was there
They picked her up and held her
For a minute, maybe three
And they said she was exquisite
The most beautiful they’d seen
They thought not of her pages
Simply stared at her in awe
Then they put her on the bookshelf
As they headed out the door
So they never knew the words she chose
To mark her journey’s start
And they didn’t read the reams and reams
Of kindness at her heart
They didn’t read the things she hid
In pages left untouched
Or the hellos and goodbyes she’d said
To people that she loved
They didn’t read the chapters
Where she set herself apart
And they never read the lines she wrote
Of how they’d played their part
They didn’t turn the pages
On her struggles and her strengths
And they missed the ripped-up paper
Where she’d torn herself to shreds
They never read the parts
About the places she had been
Or the people she had helped
Or all the wonders she had seen
So when anybody asked them
What it was that she was like
They realised they had no idea
What she was like inside
See, they’d told her she was beautiful
Because of how she looked
But they’d just admired her cover
And they’d never read her book
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Becky Hemsley 2020
Incredible artwork once again by Elisabeth on Earth
aptly titled ‘Once Upon a Time’
Inside Story is from Talking to the Wild
I know why the caged bird sings
𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐬
𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦
𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬
𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞
𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡
𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞
𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝
𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝
𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥
𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝
𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝
𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧-𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐧
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬
𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦
𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝
𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥
𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝
𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝
𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦.
➖𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐮
One art by Elizabeth Bishop
Xue Mary
I am posting picture of the poem only.
Xue Mary
Hope you like it.
...
Well, I guess the third time's not a charm
Nursing a three times broken heart
And down the rabbit hole again
...
I put myself in another world
Where I can be any other girl
'Cause I don't really wanna face it
...
'Cause, if it isn't real
You can pretend all you want
It's all you'll ever need
"That's not healthy, " they said
"To live in your head"
But it hurts a lot less to me
...
I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen
The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be
I spend all of my time imagining
What it would be like if they existed
My parents tell me I should look for one in real life
But I get let down by both the bad boys and the nice guys
I'm tired of giving more than I receive
So, I'll just stick to the boys
Who don't know me
...
Oh, I hid his number, I almost called
Like, maybe he's hurting after all
I can't afford to be that naïve
I'll just keep wishing it was me
In that ending scene
Where they're meeting up halfway
And they're kissing in the rain
It's a little bit cliché
But I love it anyway
...
'Cause it's better than when you're walking home
And the rain starts pouring
But you're all alone
...
I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen
The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be
I spend all of my time imagining
What it would be like if they existed
My parents tell me I should look for one in real life
But I get let down both the bad boys and the nice guys
I'm tired of giving more than I receive
So, I'll just stick to the boys
Who don't know me
...
I'd rather keep on dreaming of someone I'll never meet
(Ohh-oh) than give love to another one who won't choose me
I'd rather keep on dreaming of someone I'll never meet
(Ohh-oh) than give love to another one who won't choose me
...
I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen
The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be
I spend all of my time imagining
What it would be like If they existed
My parents tell me I should look for one in real life (ohh-oh)
But I get let down by both the bad boys and the nice guys (ohh-oh)
I'm tired of giving more than I receive (oh-oh)
So, I'll just stick to the boys who don't know me
...
Ohh-oh-ohh (ohh-oh)
I'm tired of giving more than I receive (ohh-oh)
So, I'll just stick to the boys who don't know me
Xue Mary
The song is Fictional by Khloe Rose
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