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Thinking about life on my lunch
Hunger for adventure one day at a time
One day my time will come and shine
Focused on my task everyday working hard busting mine
In the end all will be fine
Only a matter of time
Not the same memories remain
Heal the broken no more pain
Hard to be normal use to insanity
Lost in a dream blurry reality
One day the fuel of hate runs out what do you replenish your body with. Change bad habits focused on doing good being much more old friends don't know you. New people are getting to know you while you learn much more about yourself.
Writing always puts this crazy world in check your own perspective instead of others. What mattered before don't mean anything now. On to new letting go with no regret still doing what makes you smile pursuing happiness.
Always different from the rest even though they make you out to be more or less. Done much more than the rest don't need to brag or prove yourself worthy you you what. You can do only if they knew. All you is to be loyal and true.
The peace releases the tension
Over work nerves calm down
Body goes till it can't go anymore
The crazy mind wanders back for more
The adrenaline rushes though the body
Never quit till they show a sign of weakness
Dig down deep tire them
Beat them before they think
they have the upper hand
Stand talk prove to them
Mostly to yourself you belong
Doing right oppose to wrong
Forget all those who are head strong
I was a caterpillar ,
before I became a butterfly .
The pain I had to endure in order to transform into the beauty I am today .
This is my tale .

In the forest there was,
My cocoon wrapped in the finest silk,
With a power to live in a colorful world.
To dream and conquer goals.
A Vivacious soul spinning in the purest silk
Growing and maturing as I spun.
Wishing for freedom with my beautiful wings,
Counting the days to be free and soar
as a lively butterfly
until
You winded into my community
Lured my queen and her uneven monarch.
Tempted to sabotage my purity.
For that you,
Lured yourself into my vulernable cocoon
with that trust,
you decided to disrupt my process.
How can one man ruin my nesting site?
And I had faith in you ,
to be a figure
I never had.
I wanted.
My heart ached for it.
I needed it.
To be loved .
To be nurtured.
To never be like those stray dogs
looking for a home.
This was the moment .
Where....
Innocence stripped, heart captured.
My Freedom gone.
You were naive to comprehend
On what you were doing...
You would stab my cocoon
with your sickening poison .
Over and over you stabbed .
Ruptured the veins of my innocence .
To break my finest silk .
Purity banished.
Stabbing your poison was
Making my cocoon
useless ,
worthless ,
unwanted,
colorless,
I tried to run and I tried to scream
but I was devoured by this poison
It was the love I deserve.
Couldn't escape , numb to the pain
For every poison injected, I began to
Question God?
Where was he ?
when I shed out a tear of help.
Where was he?
when my cocoon was destroyed.
Was I loved God?
when I muffled help in your name.
I hated myself ,
I stay in my cocoon
afraid to see my future.
I wasn't going to be a beautiful butterfly
Battered Butterfly
My life seemed to be colorless
No one wants a battered butterfly
My life....
It seemed it had ended
when poison sunk onto my helpless body .
No one wants a battered butterfly
Imprisoned to these chains.
Being poisoned every night by different
Predators.
Oh God....
Those predators ...
Battered lifeless little butterfly
Was I ever loved in my nesting site?
But then again nobody loves a battered butterfly
How can I reach to heaven when
I was worthless.
Believed I was a vile *****.
Tricked into a poison of hell.
Battered Ugly Butterfly
***** Little butterfly.
There was no light in tunnel
There was no holes in my silk
To escape this poisonous nest.
Why?
Because I believe nobody wants save a battered butterfly
How can the man I trusted ruined me.
I thought you could be the one to complete my lovely monarch .
To complete the missing piece.
But you continued to misuse me.
To haunt me.
To barricade my heart
To own my soul
But one thing I can truly say
You never once won over me.
You never imprinted my change.
I endured your pain
That was a sign of God
To show me what strength I am capable of.
That was the light that I found,
You had no control to inflict pain anymore.
Because I became impervious to your pain.


I am a beautiful butterfly
reigning over my monarch
with no thought of you.
**That is my freedom
Speaking out on my ****** abuse
 May 2015 Lottie Charman
Latiaaa
You thought we were friends.
You thought we were cool.
You thought you had the world in the palms of your hands.
You thought things were given to you so you can break them.
You thought love grows on trees.
You thought you were a man.
You thought everything was okay.
You thought a smile and a wave can help.
You thought life would move on your way.
You thought you could run away from your fears hoping to ignore them with a false smile on your face everyday.
But guess what,
You thought wrong.
Being alone
is not that bad
A peace of mind you have at last
Sometimes
People are such a nuisance
That I wish to withdraw from them
Alone I can do nothing
But I could be in relief from other people's expectations
 May 2015 Lottie Charman
Danzel
You leaned in close and said,
"There is no lull before the storm"
You warned me about the wrath of gods like you,
That you were born with lightning inside
And this is why when you cry,
A terrible flood sweeps across the land

I hold you near and the earth is shaking beneath our feet
You said, "You are the lull before the storm,"
And you kiss me like thunder, you kiss me hard
That I am a mountain leveled flat

And this is why your heart is not mine –
That when I leave,
I cannot take it with me
Like Mjolnir in Thor’s hand,
A heart is like a hammer
A poem based on Thor, the god of lightning and thunder in Norse mythology
 May 2015 Lottie Charman
Hajer
I sat swiftly
on the edge of my bed.

Linking my two soft hands
is a sheet of paper
ready to be
the ballroom of misery.

I held my pen,
and guided it's movement.

I let it dance on the paper
and transcribe my thoughts,
leaving nothing
but ink of grief.
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