FEATHER MCFLOOD - POEMS

Feather McFlood was born and raised in Washington and developed a love of the arts in middle school. After trying drawing, painting, pottery, music and acting, she fell in love with writing. Feather started writing her first story when she was 14 and hopes to continue to share her aspirations and troubles through stories and poems.

​Lost

I believe true love has been lost.
The reason for love, is too, lost.

I just want to be rescued,
But my knight in shining armour is lost.

In this jungle of a world,
Dazed, confused, undaunted, yet, still lost.

I see the couple in the corner booth,
In each other’s eyes, lost.

In minutes, in seconds,
The deep connection they share is lost.

How can it be so easily
That love can be found, then lost?

Everyone calls their love a good thing,
But when they get hurt, haven’t they still lost?

Everyone searches for that one person
With whom they can run away with and get lost.

I just want to find the person
Who will never let me get lost.

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​Falling in Love

I saw you from across the room
And immediately, I fell in love with you.
Your smiling, puppy – dog eyes
Growing brighter when you laugh

And immediately, I fell in love with you.
Every fiber in your being
Grows brighter when you laugh
Pulling me in, like a moth to a flame.

Every fiber of your being
Makes me love you more, 
Pulling me in, like a moth to a flame
Ha! And I don’t even know your name.

I don’t know your name
But I saw you from across the room 
And I fall in love with you more
Every time my eyes meet yours.


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​The Effects of War

The air shifts around me.
The ground shakes below 
From the multiple blows
Launched from the enemy.

All around destruction reigns,
My world is falling apart
No time to recover,
No time to act.

I can only stand there,
“Take it like a man”
‘Cause I’m an adult,
And should be able to handle it.

But the blows keep coming,
Pulling me into despair,
Ruining my life,
With no one left to care.

There’s no cover left 
So here I stand
Waiting for the killing blow
But what fun would that be?

They drag it out,
Enjoying my pain
Revealing in this destruction,
Controlling all and giving up nothing.


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​Just Another One

Wings whisper wordlessly
As feathers brush together.
A lullaby to me,
A call for fear to others.

I sigh as I am pulled,
By unseen hands with an unseen force,
Another soul to reap,
Another life to claim.

There are benefits to this 
Job I call my life. 
The wings for one, 
The darkness for another.

But what I will never
Be able to get over
Is the sound of a dying breath,
As a soul gets released.

The feeling of taking
Someone from their loved ones,
Knowing they will never
Be reunited.


Day after day,
Night after night,
I haunt these streets 
And claim all the deceased.

How I long for the days, 
Before my own visit with Death.
When I could talk to a person,
Without them screaming off their heads.

But I made my pact, 
Reap souls I will,
‘Till another offers to take my place,
Six hundred seventy-two years 
And counting.

No one is fool enough 
To brave a talk with Death
To take up this scythe 
With their dying breath.

Shades of Pain
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All around me
The pain swirls
Leaving bloody trails
Of where I’ve come from

In different shades,
Reds, blacks and blues
My world fades,
Leaving me broken and bruised.

The pain gushes and rushes,
Covering it all
I can’t contain it
And there’s no control.

Inside and out,
A cacophony of pain,
I can’t feel anything else,
I can’t even hear myself think.

I just want this all to end
To feel something more
 Than mountains of pain 
And hopelessness.

But it won’t change,
It never has and
It never will,
So, I burrow deep

Accepting my fate,
Learning to enjoy
The one thing 
I have left.

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