Paul Butters: Favorites

Mar 2016 Paul Butters

Traveler

What do you perceive?
Is your god the only
God in existence
And out of eight billion
HUMAN BEINGS
On this mighty planet
You and a mere one and a half billion humans
That follow said deity
Are the only people on this earth that matter?

Those bombs that shook
Their expendable existence
Did you feel it in your heart
The fist of your intolerant god
That tore their worlds apart...

And no please don't perceive this
With your separatist heart intact
Your fairy tales
Have all gone to hell
What more horrors will they hatch...

Mar 2016 Paul Butters

Writer ...

Mar 2016 Paul Butters

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Writer ...

Talent is imagination judiciously spent
Commit your words to paper on man and government
Poetry is a silver bucket at truths fountain
Release your written , insight laden pail of thought
from atop the highest mountain* ..

Mar 2016 Paul Butters

Introversion Contradiction

Mar 2016 Paul Butters

Jasmine Lee Burke

Introversion Contradiction

I hate waiting,
but I'm the one who's always late.

I hate talking to people,
yet I often have the most to say.

I hate being ignored,
but want others to go away.

I hate feeling neglected,
though I forget those around me by letting my thoughts lead me astray...

I hate clingy people,
yet I find myself obsessing over you everyday.

I hate it when others try to get close to me, however, I continue to dream of having the chance to be close to you;
wishing that you'd stay...

2:30am thoughts...

#love #feelings #hate #alone #anxiety #scared #shy #introversion #contradiction

Mar 2016 Paul Butters

KNOWLEDGE

Mar 2016 Paul Butters

MS Lim

KNOWLEDGE

So little I've learnt
understood even less
what then is the value of knowledge
which seems to be futile and useless?

Mar 2016 Paul Butters

WHEN I GO TO SLEEP

Mar 2016 Paul Butters

phil roberts

WHEN I GO TO SLEEP

When I go to sleep at night
I leave the TV set on
With electric shadows
Flickering around the walls
Not because I fear the dark
Which is a friend of mine
But because silence is a threat
To my drifting vulnerable mind
And the open wounds of old

Silence allows my ghosts
To invade my imminent dreams
Some screaming in rage
As others whimper for love
Creating vivid nightmares
And drenching my very essence
So, when I go to sleep at night
I leave the TV set on

By Phil Roberts