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Array ( [sid] => 66094 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Falling Eagle [time] => 2004-10-04 13:16:12 [hometext] => some of this was taken from my life, some of it came to me one night when i couldn't sleep....enjoy.... [bodytext] => Quickly, silently,
The dying eagle falls to the ground.
Still so young,
He hardly had a chance to live.
His beautiful mother
Was taken from him by a hunter’s bullet.
His magnificent father
Suffered the same horrible fate.
Barely out of the nest,
He’s only six months old.
Just an orphan,
He’s had no parent to teach him survival.
He’s always been alone.
With a soft, solid thud,
The poor beast hits the ground, dead.
This scene is a painful reminder
Of how I’ve lived my life:
Always alone,
An uncaring mother and a father who was never there,
I had to learn to survive
On my own.
For 10 years, I raised myself,
I raised my siblings,
And my childhood died
For lack of nourishment,
Sealing the transition from child to adult
When I was only eight years old.
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Falling Eagle

Contributed by solmyr1404 on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 01:16:12 PM in AEST
Topic: insomniac



Quickly, silently,
The dying eagle falls to the ground.
Still so young,
He hardly had a chance to live.
His beautiful mother
Was taken from him by a hunter’s bullet.
His magnificent father
Suffered the same horrible fate.
Barely out of the nest,
He’s only six months old.
Just an orphan,
He’s had no parent to teach him survival.
He’s always been alone.
With a soft, solid thud,
The poor beast hits the ground, dead.
This scene is a painful reminder
Of how I’ve lived my life:
Always alone,
An uncaring mother and a father who was never there,
I had to learn to survive
On my own.
For 10 years, I raised myself,
I raised my siblings,
And my childhood died
For lack of nourishment,
Sealing the transition from child to adult
When I was only eight years old.




Copyright © solmyr1404 ... [ 2004-10-04 13:16:12]
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Re: Falling Eagle (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 01:21:06 PM AEST
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a very sad and tragic write,

pixie xx


Re: Falling Eagle (User Rating: 1 )
by eatfresh22 on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 02:38:27 PM AEST
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Very sad childhood, or lack of it, you have had. I liked the epic simile that you created here. It was touching.
~Carrie~


Re: Falling Eagle (User Rating: 1 )
by valentine on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 05:01:05 PM AEST
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This is exquisite, embracing such a tragic melancholic essence. It will linger in my mind for a while.
~ Valentine ~


Re: Falling Eagle (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 09:39:05 PM AEST
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Excellent write!! Loved the analogy..
Jenni


Re: Falling Eagle (User Rating: 1 )
by kailadragon on Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 06:05:32 PM AEST
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very sad...........and sadly true..............
Kaila


Re: Falling Eagle (User Rating: 1 )
by bigtig6269 on Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 10:54:56 PM AEST
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Good write man. You have a lot on here that I haven't read yet. You need to come back down and kick it with your old friends some man. My baseball bat is getting cold. PM me sometime. Yahoo, whatever. Dang good write though, I love the word usage and the comparison.




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