Beautiful butterfly with
Bumblebee best friends
Gliding gracefully through
Meadows of mesmerizing marigolds.
Forever, it seems.

But one day the flowers turn into intruding hands
Fumbling fingers feel those frantically flapping wings
They hold down your heartbeat.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
Primitive ****** pin down the perfect purple of your freedom

They tore off your true pride
Ripped away those wonderful wings
And left without saying good bye.
Your abdomen now abstract, those arrogant hands smashed all you ever had
You're forced to face this friendless place
Even the flies turn you down.
Because, after all, where is the beauty in a wingless butterfly?

The lizard slinks across the
Warm, smooth stone.
Light footsteps pitter-patter
Through the sand, barely leaving footprints

It curls up in the lamp provided light
Pressed against slightly heated glass
The ornaments scattered in
The clear aquarium
Don’t keep the lizard entertained for long

The lizard is like a Joshua tree.
It tries to grow to a height
That has not yet been seen
Its environment tries to slow it down
It grows with persistence, and moves a bit faster.

The lizard will soon shed its skin,
It anxiously waits for a new chance.
For a roomier layer in which to live.
The days stretch on;
But it won’t be long
Til’ the lizard is in a bigger place.

You are like an underrated book.
Beautiful inside and out,
You try not to stand out on the shelf
But the best readers
Decide to flip through the pages
They love what they find,
And how could you not?

The vivid adjectives and solid nouns
Are your kind eyes and kinder smile
Your author wrote you
To bring sunshine to sad souls,
To show that there’s beauty in
Well spoken words

I am quiet and observant
I wonder if I'll succeed in life
I hear pages of books rustling
I see dogs playing in my yard
I want to make my aunt proud
I am quiet and observant

I pretend to be enthusiastic
I feel the wind swish past my passenger's side window
I touch the smooth bell of my French horn
I worry that I'll never find a good job
I cry when I walk in cemeteries
I am quiet and observant

I understand that my parents work hard
I say I'm agnostic
I dream of living in a big city
I try to make everyone happy
I hope I can have a creative profession
I am quiet and observant

I am
small.
The stars pulse like a million steady hearts
Pounding desperately away at Chests begging for life
But I know
There are too many fires burning in the night sky
For me to see in a lifetime


I am
tiny.
Muddled lights spot the darkness above,
Filling my senses with a beauty that I am
Incapable of capturing.
The blanket of black clings to leftover grains of sand
That were washed up
On the universe's shore

I am
microscopic.
There are incandescent pinpricks glowing bright,
Possessing such radiance that
I can't believe my eyes.
My vernacular cannot begin to describe
This unfathomable sight that is the
Night sky

I am
small.
The stars pulse like a million steady hearts
Pounding desperately away at Chests begging for life
But I know
There are too many fires burning in the night sky
For me to see in a lifetime


I am
tiny.
Muddled lights spot the darkness above,
Filling my senses with a beauty that I am
Incapable of capturing.
The blanket of black clings to leftover grains of sand
That were washed up
On the universe's shore

I am
microscopic.
There are incandescent pinpricks glowing bright,
Possessing such radiance that
I can't believe my eyes.
My vernacular cannot begin to describe
This unfathomable sight that is the
Night sky