The butterfly slept on the arm with the sun.
She spent her life with the special one.
Her wings were red and edged with ebony black.
Delicate as lace.
She picked her companion carefully.
A Buddleia bush, a swarm of glory, a kaleidoscope, a flutter.
Alighted for the after noon,
Her life will fail her much to soon.
Short while spent in an unkind case.
Embryo unwrapped.
Locked in the doorway of the old woman's shed.
From nature at her harshest to nature at her glorious,
by means of metamorphosis.
ugly gave up beautiful, rare delicate exquisite expression, mere words cannot describe.
Escaped from her casing and so she fled.
Lovely Lepidoptera.
(C) LIVVI

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I found this young poet on
another site known to be home
to many trolls. I told him about
Hello Poetry. His poet name is
Brain in a bottle

His poetry is raw and has
Imagery of science fiction,
horror and other elements
which are of a psychological
genre. Not to say people who are
not into this type of poetry won't
like his work. He does write about
other things. He also has a wry,
ironic wit. He's quite talented.

I want to ask you folks to kind
of direct the newbie when you
encounter them. This site can be
very confusing to newbie poets!
I remember!

Take care my dear poet friends.
I'll be reading you!

your lips move letting out the shapes of words
less than a whisper, silent beyond silence
the invisible communication between a lover
and the beloved, your mouth moves to music
made beyond the stars, the deepest heart
and you start to sing words from another place.

Into the starry sky, I stare
Wondering if you can see
What I see. So far, so fair*

      -Dreams of you all thru
The night.

Into the whirlpool, I go...
A vortex of Space and Time,
I am consumed by you

       I dream of you all thru
The night.

And this heart beats on,
And on, and on, and on....

Down the rabbit hole I go
In search of a brighter
Tomorrow

           -But I shall dream of you all thru
The night.

*And this heart beats on,
And on, and on, and on...

It's better to feel nothing,
I always feel like I'm drowning
So I pop a couple pills
to feel a kick of something.
The things I do to stay alive,
yet everyday feeling
like I rather die.