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 Jan 2015 Julie Butler
Elli
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 Jan 2015 Julie Butler
Elli
We are all paintings
We are painted with words that have been said to us,
the things we thought of,
the actions that caused us to succumb
and to cower in the dark.
The nice things we said to someone,
even the bad ones.
They're all painted on us.
We are the canvas of our life.
Shaped by tragedy and triumph.
Sometimes you feel like your canvas is painted black.
Maybe it is.
But you know what that's good for?
Painting a galaxy.
Because why look at stars and planets outside of Earth,
when there are wonders here that we have not explored.
Inside of us, there are galaxies to be seen,
and marveling sights to be delve into.
We are all explorers.
(idk)
Being drunk doesn't excuse it.  
"You didn't know what you were doing."
"I love him, he's my son."  
You don't remember what you did.
Do you know he still does?

The purple in his cheeks.
Lips split.
Eyes scared.

Look at what you have done.
Harmed your own son.  

It hurts when he laughs.
His cheeks sting as he cries.
Back jolts up as it touches the back of his chair.

Is it fair?
The boy scared of wearing a belt.

It reminds him of his father.
The way he cornered him, till he was a pleading and crying mess.  

The smell of alcohol lingering in the air.
It makes him sick.
He remembers.

He runs his hands up his left arm.
Cigarette burned holes scattered.

He couldn't take one more beating.
He didn't know how.

He tried his hardest.
As he closed his eyes.

He tried suicide.
He tried it all, the pills, the windows.

He couldn't do it.
Leave his mother and brothers behind.
Just because you were drunk, and can't remember. Doesn't mean they don't. They remember the betrayal. The broken trust. How does a parent do that to their child
 Jan 2015 Julie Butler
Darkness
Now it's too late
i tend to wait
and look what you've done

All of my being
seems hazy
what now, is the purpose of my living?

The magic of my poems
fled with the breeze
you started,
walking by
the last poem about you
Maple over water,
Hunched by wind and rain,
Lithe branches reaching,
Into the complacent garden pool,
You are like a catcher of wisdom,
A sculpture of spirit, so many hands
To reach with you, as you leave,
So many thoughts that sway
As a troubled mind is reaching
With the wind and the rain,
Maple over water.
One man
can really change the world,
even if it's just by dying.
One man
can really lead thousands
if he kneels down and prays hard enough.
One man
can influence his pale demons
to lay down their pitch forks,
and also to pick them up.
One man
is just a man
is just a father
just a husband
just a preacher
just a speaker
just a man.
And does he truly want to be that
one man
that can really change the world,
even if it's just by dying?
I can see the sky
The birds are flying
Clouds are moving by
My heart is flying

The moon will be my witness tonight
In my dream I see myself fly

"Fly, fly high,
though land is at my feet,
I will find the sky
Fly, fly high,
blue cloud awaits,
with rainbow in the sky"

Always thought that I could be on my own
But you make me feel alive and I don’t feel alone
The moon will be my witness tonight
Coz in my dreams you and I will both fly
MH17 and MH370, you will always be with us. no matter where you are now, you will be remembered as those who lost their lives without knowing. I wish the best for Malaysia Airlines!
I woke up today
Ungrateful for what I have
I’m always wanting more
Day-dreaming of Amore
Like humpty dumpty I took a great fall
Early this morning, no one to call
I’m all banged up, wondering why
Because my head is always stuck in the sky
Not paying attention to the things at hand
Now I’m paying for it, the pain is grand
I get on my knees, bruised and on fire
I pray to God with deep desire
I’ve prayed a lot, but truly mean it this time
I need Your guidance, so divine
All I want is to do Your will
Mine isn’t working, carry me over this hill*
“Help me Dear God”

I did take a big fall this morning, can't bend my knee!
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