𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 ― poetry book

001.

GREEN FEATHERS

wild wings skim the sky.
it is what i would expect from us,
we are young as young can be.

you two soar beside me, showing no
sign of stopping nor of landing.
you are without fear-
this world is a picture book
and it is perfect by design.

hers are golden, yours a slight silver sheen,
but mine are scarred green.
you tell me that just means
they're meant to be seen.

and so we fly, as icarus once did.
you two are not scared of falling.
for you two, this is life. this is the way.
this is what you crave.

and so i fly with you, scared out of my wits.
i fly faster so i'm here.
i fly faster so i'm near.
for me this is obligation. this is a must.

no negotiation.

and so you two fly, you fly so high.
and my feathers are ruffled-
we have never went this high.

my shouts are twitters and clicks,
they are thrown away by harsh flicks
of her wings.

golden wings shrivel, they are touched
with grief. dark swirls marble,
but you say to her that just means
they're meant to be seen.

hers are golden.
(touched with grief)
(they're meant to be seen)

mine are green.
(were mine not too?)
(what has become of me?)
(what is this envy?)

yours're a silver sheen.

but my feathers are green.
(meant to be seen?)
(is this envy?)

green with jealousy.

but i do not speak it,
no i won't say it.

i won't say i am tired, nor will i land.
because if i land, for me you two will
not stand.

i won't say i'm scared, nor will i say
this is not what i prepared.

i am a green feathered girl
who will crumble and will fall.

but you two are silver and gold,
your two twin wings will shimmer as i fall.

rosie speaks!

this is a vent poem as mine often are
because when have they ever been
anything but that ?

to this person i am not sure is friends
(or for the matter even likes me
platonically) with me anymore:

you cant fly away just to come back.