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Like Butterfly WingsA single snap and she's gone...
Her mind is gone.
She's lived like the wings
of a butterfly--
pretending she's strong
when she's always
been so weak
"Butterfly, oh butterfly,
fly away with me,"
She sings that little verse
over and over
unaware that Butterfly
has left her behind
in the white cage
Her body is weak.
Her heart is frail.
Her spirit is almost dead.
It won't be long now.
She'll be blank
like the white of canvas,
empty like death,
numb like a doll.
Living like butterfly wings,
she won't suffer anymore.
"Butterfly, oh butterfly
please, oh please, set me free,"
At the end, she sings,
her voice fragile
like butterfly wings.
Broken hearts don't exist...Once, I believed that hearts could break,
but, now, I know this isn't true.
I'd be dead many times over...
the pain from those I've loved and...you.
I can't say my heart is broken,
but I know my pride has been gored.
I knew what you'd do, and I just
didn't care. Your faults were ignored...
And I've only myself to blame.
I just happened to fall in love
with my friend, with my muse, with you.
It's over...didn't have to love...
No, I didn't have to love you.
I should be thrilled, should be relieved...
but the tears gather in my eyes
as I write these words. And my heart...
how it quakes...and that small flame dies.
Perhaps, the heart can break again...
I never loved you deep enough!
I don't believe it to be true.
It's my broken pride! Nothing much...
Why does it sting? Why does it hurt?
Why do I feel sick, tired, and sore?
Why did I try to end the pain?
Why does it matter anymore?
I'm stupid, that's all. I shouldn't
Because they have to...What use is a writer
when she cannot reach you
in this day and age?
Her words, a litany
dull and petrified,
among a million
voices: they are not heard.
And she will not hold her breath.
What use is an artist
when his soul is lost on
lapses into stagnant
colors of grey; no life
will beseech your eyes.
For he is missing his flame.
What use is the architect
when her function ceases
to exist for you?
She, who draws the blueprints
for life to flow smoothly
in your building, spirals
into outmoded technique.
She has lost her lust for building.
They all become stuck, mired
in their art for work's sake.
in today's world because
we have to make a
What happened to wanting to?
If I Could SpeakIf I could speak in your tongue,
they would not be words that you
could understand in your heart.
It's something you choose not to do.
You close the ears of your heart
to my every scream, to
every tear heaven sheds
upon me. You, who are deaf,
don't you see me with your eyes?
You are the ones that slash my
boughs, bleeding me of my life.
You murder those I protect:
the orchid, the jaguar, the bat...
so many you know about,
so many you have not seen.
You choose to be blind to my pain.
But, worse, you numb yourself to
me. You, near and far, numb your
heart to me. It's easier.
If you can't feel my heartbeat,
how can you feel your own?
You're not alive if I'm dead.
You forget that without me
you will sooner, than later,
cease your breath. That easier?
If you could smell me, would you
scent the wild rain, the spice of
the orchid, the fear of the
monkey as Jaguar seeks his meal?
If you could taste me,
Epitaph for Suicide's ReasonEveryone knew him, how he
pulled his own weight, how much he smiled.
In measuring his depth, it was love
that filled his soul. No one knew how
a devoted man, such as he, could
perish from the loss in his heart.
Here lies the suicide of reason.
This is how despair takes the best of us.
Precious Saving GraceSoul searing sadness
Mind numbing madness
Just take me away
So I will be okay
No one would miss me
Because they cant see
They only see my pretense
It doesnt make any sense
Ground shaking shock
Heart racing clock
What if I were to die
My life such a lie
Not much time to live
I gave all I could give
No one knew my pain
Thats drove me insane
Dark suffocating veil
Hells raging jail
Lost in so deep
This nightmare I keep
Help me to breathe
Give my soul release
Free me to fly
With your wings on high
Precious saving grace
Your arms holding me in place
The Day the First Snow FellThe day the first snow fell
I was so torn inside.
I was afraid my heart
would shatter, and Id die
Those white flakes, so sad and
lonely tears crystallized
thats what they were and why
I hate them. I wont cry.
I lost myself in him,
in a fire that cant last.
I was falling, falling
this was way, way too fast!
I hate being in love,
I thought as I walked on,
the cold wind biting me.
The snow and I, were pawns
Snowits winters tears; hard,
hated ones he cant cry.
Snowhis soft expression
heads him through all those lies.
The wall around me crumbles,
my heart naked and gasping.
I hate love, for it hurts
as Im left its lashings.
Yes, were pawns, snow and I.
Winter cries snow with scorn
love leaving me a void.
Such is lifes greatest thorn!
The day the first snow fell
I just couldnt survive.
Only in that fire, I
Save me...Sliding down the wall, my breaths come
in ragged pants.
I scream when the phone hits tile.
Tears sting my eyes.
Fiction to fact.
"He's dead...bike wedged between semis..."
The words blur my mind.
RisingAt your leaving
The sparkle within me diminishes
And words flow forth
Being separated is sometimes excruciating
A pain that is barely tolerable
I vanquish it with encouraging thoughts
And the hope to rise anew
But as our gazes fail to meet
Or I glance your retreating back
Or the moment renders me meek
I feel broken, I relapse
We wont truly be torn apart
As long as you beat in my heart
Goodbyes, farewells, whatever form they take
They all store a loss of some sort,
Departures are long, and short sequential,
These goings are solemnly wrought
At least I have more comforts,
The mind that does not abandon,
The phrase of the poet, the author, the playwright
Offer me sweet consolation
Our eyes will meet, they usually do,
Well smile and laugh at that time,
And Ill have pages and scrolls and reams
To light up your core with pride.
Left in the form of
Tiny pieces on his
Living room floor
Like fallen leaves
In red and orange and gold
A blade, puncturing
Those broken wings
But unable to succumb
No emotion in her face
As he cleaves his way
Through her fragile life
I love yous and forevers
Have no place
In her broken world
Time and time again
She falls into his hands
Just waiting to spread her wings
And fly away
3am. there is so much more to fear
than just fear itself.
and when heartaches collide
and the fire burns away
this is how it feels
when i think i only need you
when i need you.
but my mind's a dirty liar.
(you would know.)
this is the prayer
that no one hears.
no one but you.
but i'm fading into the distance
and i'm afraid you're not listening
this is not innocence
but instinct full and pure.
and had i thought this through
it would've been all the same
it didn't matter either way.
(but i tried.
thirty-eight minutes too soon
i let you down again.
what's behind it?
curling lips housing a tongue--
which is really a sword, if you know anything--
and trapping those words
which we are dying to say but
The eyebrow messages flying,
saying all those little things which cannot be heard
but may be read from the face,
an open book.
Whispers too soft to be made out
floating in the air between us
and your smile
say the unthinkable:
"I love you."
heartbeatCan you remember when you were a small child? When you would wake from a scary dream, and the first thing that crossed your mind was to find you mother? You would lay next to her in her big bed, your head resting on her chest, and the dream suddenly didn't seem so scary any more. Her gentle heartbeat would slowly send you back to sleep.
I guess its like that in a way.
When some girls search for their soul mate, they look for charmers and attractive guys, bursting with confidence. They search for guys that will shower them with praise and complements. I don't.
I don't care much for how the guy looks, but I'll know if its him at the first hug. His chest and arms are warm, and his heartbeat is gentle. Its the heartbeat that i look for. When i find him, I'll know, because i can close my eyes and feel safe and secure, like its home. The scary dreams won't come any more, because i don't need to find my mother at home to go to sleep again.
His heartbeat sounds like home.
You are. I am.You are the aching emptiness in my heart
Where dead flowers now lay fallen
And dried tear-stains litter bloody sheets
Like the kisses of my lost lover
Which haunt my every dream
Empty ring fingers and shallow
I am the widowed virgin
Who chases falling stars at night
And chews on broken hearts
Like the love at first sight
Who dies a mere week later
Lonely drunken dances
That slowly twist my soul
You are my now dead soul-mate
Who slowly guards my steps
And protects my aching breaths
Like the first kiss under summer winds
Where you pulled me to my tippy-toes
And made me fall into a dream
Of life forever and forgotten joy
I am the longing women
Almost, still a child whose mind
Has not yet quite stopped growing
Like how I felt when I first laid eyes
On your gentle quite heart which stuttered
As if you had seen too much for tender age 18
And had yet to feel enough
You are my simple angel
Whose gentle death-like kisses
I shall forever embrace.
DaydreamI shut my eyes
Fall through the floor
Beyond the clouds
Into the depths of my daydreams
Walking along the beach
One of your cheesy grins
Plastered across your face
You call my name
With your silky voice
I run towards you
Tears of joy
You have returned
And I am so happy
You start fading
And before I can
Get to you
Leaving me alone
Drowning In MiseryEvery moment tears me apart
I don't want the pain to heal
I'd rather die in pain than find someone else
Every moment ...tearing me apart..
What matters now? It's all gone
I can't believe all this happened..
I feel like giving it all up now
I don't want to turn back to normal..Somewhere a change is occuring..
..Making me more miserable than i already am..
..I just wanna tell you how i am feeling..
..I know it doesn't matter...
Each moment hurts you more than you think..
And theres nothing you can do about it...
Who else will?
You tore me apart,Tears of grief stream down my face,Wishing I still had you
How Shocked was I to know everything was a lie?
How crushed was I to know that you don't care?
There's nothing that means to me anymore!
You tore my heart apart,Crushed it,Shattered it into pieces i cannot find.
Every night of mine is nothing but desolateness filled with misery,your hurtful words grasp my head.
Your words,Equivalent to a sharp knife pushed into my heart,Or mayb
Sunday MorningI want sheets one day past fresh
and enough pillows so nothing
every feels stiff or tweaks apart.
I want the windows open and
the temperature perfect for
I thought to want Cleopatra's
handmaidens to serve us but the
world is not big enough for us.
I want movies of every moment
like this playing on the ceiling
so we can stay very horizontal.
I want no visitors and cannot
understand that part of Brian
Wilson's seven year plan.
After several of these days, I
want to write a new poem
prescription including innovations.
I want more of Sunday morning.
The Spirit of the MuseBlack as the blood of night
the white glow of moon eyes
Fire dancing on the lips
the caress, a wind-swept kiss
In the poet's teardrops
where time starts and the heart stops
A walk among the stars
where the soul's freed from its bars
Born before humankind
of phoenix breath, sunrise
Ancient, ageless, no name
of gods' flesh, Love's mould the same
A mirror's reflection
save through the poet's hand...
in words she can't understand
Wrought from pain, forged with will
so quiet, the mind still
The poet hears her muse,
her tears are falling for you
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