“my heart ticking like a bomb in a birdcage… “
-what i wouldn’t do by a fine frenzy
who knows
I built a birhouse
once
it took me threee hours
it didn’t look like a house when I was done
no birds lived there
still I hung it on a tree
and put seeds inside.
Amber
she built birdhouses as a hobby.
Anonymous
bird house turd house is to word house. But only left out is the mouse. For without him all would be only cheese.
Nick
um i don’t like birds. why? well idk. when i first moved here i did have a birdhouse and i actually spent a day putting food in there but then i thought dude what’s the point they are birds they’re not going to feel anything. why do i bother. what’s my purpose in life
laura
I made a point to hang the birdhouse in the tree by the garden, but I found too much bird shit on my Toyota. Instead, I bought a shotgun and loaded it up with rocksalt. Yay!
Joe B.
They chirped, my birds, as usual. I was ever happy to see them, to see that they were still there in their cages, after I’d done my time in mine.
I thought, and decided:
They’d done their time as well.
Slowmo
when i went outside i saw a birdhouse. it was pretty, andhad a cardinal sitting on it. i pondered reality and its beauty when i saw. then it flew away as if it had not a care in the world.
alex
Birdhouse. Well, simply I think of a little white birdhouse with a pointed roof of a different color. Perhaps red, or blue. No, that doesn’t sound right. Regardless, there’s a little doorway in the middle. It’s a fairly small birdhouse. One or two birds could take residency in it. This whole time, I’ve been thinking of it in my aunt’s beautiful back yard.
Idon'twanttoputmyname
It’s a house for birds. Care to add?
Jason
small chirps sounded pathetically from under the door. he helf up a finger or two and scratched gently against the wood. a windchime fell against the wall and snapped in two. silence.
satah
If the birdhouse had been full of birds, the dogs would have found it useless and uninteresting. Empty, however, the wooden contraption made for a delightful afternoon of chewing.
rhjr
the birdhouse was sitting outside the window on this warm june day. a bluejay could be seen approaching it slowly. hestitation shown as the bluejay lurked around the birdhouse, attempting to avoid the family cat. upon reaching the birdhouse, the bluejay saw her, the family cat, watching through the window.
mary
Bird houses are outside. Warm, drifty, wood. Hard, but safe to build nest. Nailed to tree. Squirels invade. Peck them out. Hole in front. Little place to stay and sleep.
Smurfette
I’ve never actually owned or seen a birdhouse in person. I think birdhouses are those type of things that people know exist, and can draw, but don’t actually think about or use in day-to-day life. I wonder what other things we do that with? Are there other things we can all relate to and understand without experiencing? If yes, is that a good thing? If not, well then… birdhouses would be a singularity among objects. Which would make them very special indeed.
Rina
You know, building a birdhouse isn’t actually that simple.
Sure, I knew some guys who could build one within an hour, but when I tried, damn, did it suck.
Now, I’m not saying it’s impossible, but it’s rather hard.
However, it promises fun; always. (Or pain, if you’re bad.)
Kei
tweet tweet flying blue birds crashing through the brisk winter flusters soar into the safe warm wooden shelter
Perilandra Malone
The birdhouse perched upon a pedestal. The birds perched upon a birdhouse.
XA
I have a tiny blue egg birdhouse. It’s full of secret siles, and copper touched eyelids. It’s full of purple lovers, and plastic pearls. It has teddy bear hugs, and orange blossom kisses.
Sophie
Because even birds deserve a place to be alone, a place to rest, a place to get clean, a space of their own.
Heidi
bird houses are interesting I WONDER IF THE BIRDS GO AROUND AND LOOK AT ALL THE BIRDHOUSES IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD PICKING JUST THE RIGHT ONE TO MOVE INTO? dO YOU WANT A PERCH IN THE FRONT OR THE BACK..DO YOU WANT A ROUND FOOD HOLE OR A SQUARE ONE, WHAT IS THE BEST COLOR FOR A BIRD HOUSE NOT BEING A BIRD i HAVE NO CLUE
Brenda Morgan
a place for nature to relax, and a bird to perch. a place where everything calms, and food is given. a man made nature holder, and a resting spot.
a place for a bird to be alone.
a place for a bird to eat.
gabriella, *
V
Mia
Once there was a bird who really wanted a house. He searched High and low for the right one but just couldn’t find it. then one day, a little real estate bird appeared and went POOF!!!
and there it was…
THE PERFECT BIRDHOUSE. :)
CASEY MURPHY
birdhouse. lol what a great word. my friend’s house used to be off the highway exit bird and her house was the meet up spot, so we started calling it the birdhouse. this is such a coincidence that i got this word =] but yeahs, i guess a bird house… is just a house for birds… nothing really special…
Anonymous
When I was younger, my mother used to have a birdhouse in our backyard. I loved watching the sparrows flit to and from the thing– it was such fun to hear them chirp eagerly, much the way I did whenever I got close enough to have one eat out of my hand. There was a feeder beside it, too, that I constantly refilled with seed for the birds in winter…
Contention
I wonder, would my penis fit in a birdhouse? If so, would it become stuck? Would I need to call the fire department, or something?
Birdhouse Lover.
The red breast caught my eye first. Only later did the smudgy brown sparrows come into focus. Boring. Usual. What does it mean to be attractive? Do the sparrows know that they are ordinary?
elsa
My parents used to be crazy about birds until about a month ago. For as long as I can remember we have had averies, breeding boxes and a birdhouse in our backyard. We always had birds. Then out of the blue my parents gave the birds to my uncle and tore down the averies, breeding boxes and birdhouse!
Kola
I looked out the window to fin a big tree. I also saw a big sun. As far as I’m concerned, it the same big tree and thesame big sun tat birds see. And both birds and I are stuck just looking out. So what if we switch places? The bird can have my room. I want the birdhouse.
Eeeka
bird’s home
XOXXo
there’s a birdhouse in my soul but really, what is it good for since souls are imaginary abstractions for people to feel some sense of purpose when they can’t fit their belief system to their reality.
mj
I see a house, small in size.
Never seeming to take me by surprise.
A house for jays, a house for crows.
No one really ever knows.
A little house that I see
Is a house for them not me.
Red and blue and gold as well,
always in heaven never hell.
Madison
It’s very constricting in this little wooden room. But there isn’t much choice for the mother robin, is there? The cold is biting, even for an animal with warm, fluffy down lining her skin. She should’ve left sooner.
Danielle
the birdhouse is the ultimate facade of beauty. how can anything designed to bring a bird out of its natural habitat be considered all together good or wholesome.
Anonymous
I don’t really understand why we’re supposed to write about it.
Rich W.
She made a birdhouse for her dad for his birthday.
It had been 10 since his death. She put it on his grave, nicely painted anything. A tear escaped out of the corner of her eye.
She slowly walked back home.
Pen Name
there is a birdhouse outside of the house that i grew up in. sometimes there would even be squirrels on top of that birdhouse. It was not only a home for birds, but a home for small outdoor creatures that lurk around in your everyday backyard. I was never the one to put the food in the birdhouse. It was always my mother. I never really even paid much attention to that little birdhouse.
Andrea
For fourty consecutive days i watched it from the top of my roof. I studied it through countless weatherformations, all for one reason. I knew what was inside it. I knew, where others were clueless. It was the aliens.
Doc Jones
i like birdhouses. red birds are the best. their birdhouses always end up with lots of extras. the redbird brings beautiful twigs, flowers, and threads to the this house.
“my heart ticking like a bomb in a birdcage… “
-what i wouldn’t do by a fine frenzy
I built a birhouse
once
it took me threee hours
it didn’t look like a house when I was done
no birds lived there
still I hung it on a tree
and put seeds inside.
she built birdhouses as a hobby.
bird house turd house is to word house. But only left out is the mouse. For without him all would be only cheese.
um i don’t like birds. why? well idk. when i first moved here i did have a birdhouse and i actually spent a day putting food in there but then i thought dude what’s the point they are birds they’re not going to feel anything. why do i bother. what’s my purpose in life
I made a point to hang the birdhouse in the tree by the garden, but I found too much bird shit on my Toyota. Instead, I bought a shotgun and loaded it up with rocksalt. Yay!
They chirped, my birds, as usual. I was ever happy to see them, to see that they were still there in their cages, after I’d done my time in mine.
I thought, and decided:
They’d done their time as well.
when i went outside i saw a birdhouse. it was pretty, andhad a cardinal sitting on it. i pondered reality and its beauty when i saw. then it flew away as if it had not a care in the world.
Birdhouse. Well, simply I think of a little white birdhouse with a pointed roof of a different color. Perhaps red, or blue. No, that doesn’t sound right. Regardless, there’s a little doorway in the middle. It’s a fairly small birdhouse. One or two birds could take residency in it. This whole time, I’ve been thinking of it in my aunt’s beautiful back yard.
It’s a house for birds. Care to add?
small chirps sounded pathetically from under the door. he helf up a finger or two and scratched gently against the wood. a windchime fell against the wall and snapped in two. silence.
If the birdhouse had been full of birds, the dogs would have found it useless and uninteresting. Empty, however, the wooden contraption made for a delightful afternoon of chewing.
the birdhouse was sitting outside the window on this warm june day. a bluejay could be seen approaching it slowly. hestitation shown as the bluejay lurked around the birdhouse, attempting to avoid the family cat. upon reaching the birdhouse, the bluejay saw her, the family cat, watching through the window.
Bird houses are outside. Warm, drifty, wood. Hard, but safe to build nest. Nailed to tree. Squirels invade. Peck them out. Hole in front. Little place to stay and sleep.
I’ve never actually owned or seen a birdhouse in person. I think birdhouses are those type of things that people know exist, and can draw, but don’t actually think about or use in day-to-day life. I wonder what other things we do that with? Are there other things we can all relate to and understand without experiencing? If yes, is that a good thing? If not, well then… birdhouses would be a singularity among objects. Which would make them very special indeed.
You know, building a birdhouse isn’t actually that simple.
Sure, I knew some guys who could build one within an hour, but when I tried, damn, did it suck.
Now, I’m not saying it’s impossible, but it’s rather hard.
However, it promises fun; always. (Or pain, if you’re bad.)
tweet tweet flying blue birds crashing through the brisk winter flusters soar into the safe warm wooden shelter
The birdhouse perched upon a pedestal. The birds perched upon a birdhouse.
I have a tiny blue egg birdhouse. It’s full of secret siles, and copper touched eyelids. It’s full of purple lovers, and plastic pearls. It has teddy bear hugs, and orange blossom kisses.
Because even birds deserve a place to be alone, a place to rest, a place to get clean, a space of their own.
bird houses are interesting I WONDER IF THE BIRDS GO AROUND AND LOOK AT ALL THE BIRDHOUSES IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD PICKING JUST THE RIGHT ONE TO MOVE INTO? dO YOU WANT A PERCH IN THE FRONT OR THE BACK..DO YOU WANT A ROUND FOOD HOLE OR A SQUARE ONE, WHAT IS THE BEST COLOR FOR A BIRD HOUSE NOT BEING A BIRD i HAVE NO CLUE
a place for nature to relax, and a bird to perch. a place where everything calms, and food is given. a man made nature holder, and a resting spot.
a place for a bird to be alone.
a place for a bird to eat.
V
Once there was a bird who really wanted a house. He searched High and low for the right one but just couldn’t find it. then one day, a little real estate bird appeared and went POOF!!!
and there it was…
THE PERFECT BIRDHOUSE. :)
birdhouse. lol what a great word. my friend’s house used to be off the highway exit bird and her house was the meet up spot, so we started calling it the birdhouse. this is such a coincidence that i got this word =] but yeahs, i guess a bird house… is just a house for birds… nothing really special…
When I was younger, my mother used to have a birdhouse in our backyard. I loved watching the sparrows flit to and from the thing– it was such fun to hear them chirp eagerly, much the way I did whenever I got close enough to have one eat out of my hand. There was a feeder beside it, too, that I constantly refilled with seed for the birds in winter…
I wonder, would my penis fit in a birdhouse? If so, would it become stuck? Would I need to call the fire department, or something?
The red breast caught my eye first. Only later did the smudgy brown sparrows come into focus. Boring. Usual. What does it mean to be attractive? Do the sparrows know that they are ordinary?
My parents used to be crazy about birds until about a month ago. For as long as I can remember we have had averies, breeding boxes and a birdhouse in our backyard. We always had birds. Then out of the blue my parents gave the birds to my uncle and tore down the averies, breeding boxes and birdhouse!
I looked out the window to fin a big tree. I also saw a big sun. As far as I’m concerned, it the same big tree and thesame big sun tat birds see. And both birds and I are stuck just looking out. So what if we switch places? The bird can have my room. I want the birdhouse.
bird’s home
there’s a birdhouse in my soul but really, what is it good for since souls are imaginary abstractions for people to feel some sense of purpose when they can’t fit their belief system to their reality.
I see a house, small in size.
Never seeming to take me by surprise.
A house for jays, a house for crows.
No one really ever knows.
A little house that I see
Is a house for them not me.
Red and blue and gold as well,
always in heaven never hell.
It’s very constricting in this little wooden room. But there isn’t much choice for the mother robin, is there? The cold is biting, even for an animal with warm, fluffy down lining her skin. She should’ve left sooner.
the birdhouse is the ultimate facade of beauty. how can anything designed to bring a bird out of its natural habitat be considered all together good or wholesome.
I don’t really understand why we’re supposed to write about it.
She made a birdhouse for her dad for his birthday.
It had been 10 since his death. She put it on his grave, nicely painted anything. A tear escaped out of the corner of her eye.
She slowly walked back home.
there is a birdhouse outside of the house that i grew up in. sometimes there would even be squirrels on top of that birdhouse. It was not only a home for birds, but a home for small outdoor creatures that lurk around in your everyday backyard. I was never the one to put the food in the birdhouse. It was always my mother. I never really even paid much attention to that little birdhouse.
For fourty consecutive days i watched it from the top of my roof. I studied it through countless weatherformations, all for one reason. I knew what was inside it. I knew, where others were clueless. It was the aliens.
i like birdhouses. red birds are the best. their birdhouses always end up with lots of extras. the redbird brings beautiful twigs, flowers, and threads to the this house.