Butterfly Effect

19/08/2017
11:51

Butterfly on my forehead,

I think about and i create; called that the butterfly effect,

I get my power from the waves and the moon,

Now they are gone, too soon.
I think and realise they never left,

Dawn till noon, I sit content, I wait on the sun, I ride on a rainbow,
Gliding through the stars I'm in stealth mode.

On the outside looking in, I spread my wings.
I'm going to float, till I see no more ends

Open my eyes, I'm back on my feet,

I look around at this new reality

I think about and I create.
Must be that butterfly effect.
                                             -wolf

Listen; do you hear my silent sighs?
As our skin touches, I shiver, bringing me to unreachable heights.
Verses of my affection, this is what I create
In nights like these, I am a poet believing in love and fate.
Darling, I did not realize this before
Unaware of my feelings; but now I have loved you even more.
Beyond this strife, tell me everything would be all right
Show me the way, come my love, together we will fight.

— ibcn

I wish
I was your
lucky coffee mug
so that I could kiss
your succulent lips, and
make you feel my warmth.
Each time, in the earliest
rush of the mornings;
and every night you
feel the coldness,
my darling. I
wish I was
there.

— ibcn

I want to meet you between the pages of a book you can't put down
Maybe under the stars on a night as lovely as this one.
Create dreams that you can never dare to forget
Stir hearts with great stories of lovers lost at war.
Paint poetry with colours that are ineffable, indescribable
Lock lips at dawn and then at dusk.
I want to walk on a bed of exquisite flowers
Touch the skies and feel the earth.
But here I'll lay, among my thoughts and words
Maybe tomorrow I'll give reality a chance to impress.

Sitting silently
by the
old willow tree,
I heard a knocking
through the thick,
rustic bark.

My thoughts drifted,
thawing the frigid
quiet in my mind.
For there was naught behind,
nor in front,
of the old willow tree.

"What could it be,"
my mind asked me.
"And from where is it coming from?"
And then, from above,
there was a deep, low hum.
A light flashed, and I was
blind.