The Bird That Flew Past Midnight

By De’Rico

Like a bird, life is free. Encage it, and it would be unhappy. These are my poems of love and life. I hope you’ll enjoy it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546262268

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© 2018 De’rico. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/13/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-6227-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-6226-8 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018911769

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PREFACE

I’m so excited to be sharing with the world my first book of a collection of poems. I fell in love with poetry at a very young age and growing up going through different experiences, I had plenty of inspiration. I also believe poetry helped me to become less shy and to not be afraid of what’s on my mind. Writing is an art where I can escape the troubles of the world we live in to create something beautiful out of our pain. This book is the biggest project I ever had the pleasure of writing. The Bird That Flew Past Night tells the story of the me telling the person I once loved how I felt and how he transferred the next year so we never talked again. I refer to him as a bird because he flew away from someone that really cared for him. Topics that make up this anthology are love, lost, heartbreak and self-growth. This book also covers hard-hitting topics such as insecurity, anxiety/depression, sexuality, race, self love/self hatred, feminism/girl power, and abuse/violence. I wanted to create a book anyone could relate to, and I feel like I did just that. I can’t wait for you to read what I have to offer the world. I truly hope you enjoy this journey.

This book is dedicated to anyone who

has ever felt any type of brokenness.

(So pretty much everyone).

Loving you was kind of like loving a bird

Because even if I think of getting too close,

You’ll fly away.

You’ll learn to spread your wings for the migration,

Going on to live a life without me…

A part of me wants to know why have you

Became so distant,

Another part knows I can’t reach out to you,

Just because you think I wasn’t born to love you,

Maybe I wasn’t, but it aches to see you with someone else,

And you’re the hurricane that flourishes but doesn’t drain my mind,

There’s nothing I can do to stop the heat flowing in my blood,

If you’re wondering about me,

I’ll continue to be that flood,

While you’ll always be my greatest weapon

And my worst defeat.

- A Part of Me is Still Waiting for You

The best type of pain is feeling an overwhelming

Amount of emotions the heart can’t afford in one setting,

How can your body give off the signs that you’re

So invested in this particular person

But they can’t find a reason to give a shit?

Sadness is a beauty to some,

And a heavy burden to others.

I must learn how to fight my own battles,

Become my own warrior,

Loving you isn’t all I am,

Or all I have to give…

Maybe it’s some kind of punishment,

Meeting you in the visions while I’m asleep,

You even despise me in my dreams,

Now, it’s been a while since I’ve dreamt of you,

How am I supposed to feel knowing somewhere

deep in my mind I’m still thinking of you?

I shouldn’t be hurt by you anymore,

My blood shouldn’t boil when a friend says your name,

I don’t want to be negative,

And I’ll refrain myself if I ever see you again,

I’m not upset with you,

I’m mad with how you left,

Like you couldn’t care about someone anymore,

Because you were his world.

I’ll say it once again,

You’re not the person you were four years ago,

You’ve changed just like the seasons do,

And that’s what gets me the most,

I’ll never forget that time you let my head rest upon your shoulder

with your arm being around me,

It’s like we felt the same vibe and I felt alive,

I didn’t want to go home that night since I’d be dreaming of the moment

and not be living it again,

The scene would had felt real but I’d be missing your touch,

Still have it to be some sort of magic,

Whatever, it’s over now,

So is what we used you have, or didn’t have,

And if you say I have a problem with letting go,

You’re damn right…

It’s dumb how you remind me of the Moon,

You’re quiet as you stand still in the darkness,

(which is me),

With all the great unknowns hidden.

You’re still radiant,

You still glow,

While I’m stuck in the oblivion.

I don’t know,

What beauty you see in that hoe,

You claim to love and treasure,

But if you say that’s what you want,

Then that’s what you’ll believe you need.

I want to label every inch of you as poison,

I want to remind myself that you’re tainted in my brain,

You’re no good for me and I need to know it’s a waste

Of time,

And energy,

Also, let’s not forget,

You confuse the hell out of me,

You have the potential to be nice,

But I’m afraid the no good heathen friends you have

Will inspire you to be the monster you’re not,

You must had killed your innocence,

Before I met you,

You’re still blissfully unaware,

I’m still understanding that people change

And we have no power over that.

Sometimes,

It’s alright to leave the memories

In the blurry past,

We can’t always rebuild a connection

To the people that don’t want us,

What’s lost,

Is what’s lost,

There’s no denying that.

Believe me,

The right people will stay

No matter what,

And you have to let go

In order to grow,

We can’t relive the past.

- Sometimes

Maybe I was little importance to him,

The thoughts of something good swims its way

Through the air,

Like he can’t pay attention to… anything,

I see you caught up in your little world,

Still,

It’s your silly little antics you do that keep me focused,

When you say something dim-witted to draw

Attention to yourself,

A tiny glance gets me from time to time,

The skin on my face overheating,

I treat it all like it’s too much to handle,

(I love it),

Even if people warn me by saying you’re an asshole,

You’re everything I can’t explain,

So even if it’s far-fetched,

And just an illusion,

Convince me that we could be all that they said we couldn’t.

- Sophomore Crush

I don’t like you,

That’s an understatement,

And I’m not infatuated by you,

Because I choose to believe in something deeper than closerness,

Intimacy,

Something I’m not ready for,

I’m not in love with you,