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Butterfly Aug 2010
You jump you run and climb up through the air
You swipe you grab at things as if you were a little bear
You follow every move I make, even on the *****
You attack the flying bugs as if you were a Don Gotti.

My little love you are so sweet
Unless you are attacking my feet
You have an attitude like no other
I am so thankful to be your mother.

I call you Squish
You are more than any wish
That I could have prayed
You have got to be spayed.
My boys found this tiny little kitten on the side of the road. She won my heart the very moment I saw her. She knew at the very same moment that she had found her new mommy.
Butterfly Aug 2010
Ink
My skin is covered with colors so bright
You can see me like a beacon in the night.

When I pass by, heads twist and turn
The comments made arent meant to concern.

My life has changed, my flesh has too
I think of my faith and all holds true.

After the crash that my life went through
The needles went in to color me blue.

Creating art that last forever
Is nothing small, but quite an endevor.

The time put in to make this mine
Watch me as I change, everything is fine.

As years go by and the memories fade
I look at my back and see all that I paid.

A slave to the meaning that this gave to me
The artists gun has set me free.

Shallow no more is my life I live
I owe all to Him and this is what I give.

Deep in my heart this love that still grows
My Savior, my friend is the one I chose.
Butterfly Aug 2010
My body it aches-
My muscles sore-
You kicked me in the face-
I fall to the floor-
Your anger, it mounts-
Your fist is sound-
You dont stop-
Until my body is on the ground-
I hear you coming-
I rush to hide-
Im a little too late-
Ive already died-
My lifeless body-
In the ground it lays-
You find your next victim-
In a matter of days-
Nothing will stop you-
The monster you are-
To inflict pain-
You will go far-
Butterfly Aug 2010
The nightmares come.
The dreams they go,
Thru my mind and heart they flow.
Making sense of what's to come,
I can not believe what you have done.
Seeing you behind those eyes,
I still remember all of your lies.
Shaken up and broken down,
You put a terror into this town.
I miss the thought of what I felt,
I hurt for her and the cards she's been delt.
Not only for her but me as well,
You put so many thru a certain hell.
The call you made just a day before,
Were you coming for me to get your score?
The nightmares they come,
The dreams they go.
For in my mind,
My heart you froze.
Unlocked passion,
Tortured soul,
What were you thinking,
Do you even know?
You had my heart,
In a way you still do.
I can let noone else in,
Only a few.
Lessons learned.
Advice is found.
The cuffs you wear will abound.
Life you will serve.
And so will she.
The poor little girl,
She will never be free.
Butterfly Aug 2010
Downward spiral is how I feel
None of my wounds will ever heal
Out of control and out of my head
Did you even hear what I said?
Marked for a life to be filled with strife
This makes me want to sharpen my knife
But cuts wont fix whats going on in me
I need my wings so I can be free
Trouble that is doubled and making me insane
Nothing I can do to ease the pain
Guilt and fury blinds my sight
In my heart I know this isnt right
a sad little creature I was.
Butterfly Aug 2010
You watched me suffer
You watched me drown
The pain was endless
Even after I left town
My mind wasnt clear
My thoughts were nothing but fear
The things I did were because you were bendless
Unseen torture with searing heat
In my heart was nothing but defeat
No where to go
No where to hide
In my soul I wish I had died
The trials were endless
The pain seemed unending
After so long
I saw it bending
Back toward me
My life became free
Now I give it to Him
He was my only true friend
The lessons I learned
Because I was so burned
Are lessons I treasure
Beyond any measure
Thoughtful cautious and now very clean
I understand now what I was supposed to have seen
Many years ago I wish I had known
Thank God I know now befor my chance was blown
after 8 years of horrible abuse...i broke free.
Butterfly Aug 2010
twisted, mangled
tattered, torn
i look at my life
wonder why i was born.

healing my wounds
fixing my soul
your face is filled
with a bullet hole

the chains i wear
are freeing me
the bars i sit in
do you finally agree?

no longer will i
have to back down
getting away from you
has made me sound
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