where have all the flowers gone

to adorn the graves of warriors gone

where have all the flowers gone

in the lonesome valley to be along

where have all the flowers gone

in heaven forever young never torn

Where have all the flowers gone

to the polluted land of ours to mourn

where have all the flowers gone

To the lost love to mourn

where have all the flowers gone

I love you
I can't say
I love you more than my life
It is because of this gift of life
I am here to love you

I love you
I can't say
I love you more than myself
It is self love  
that allows me to
love you whole-heartedly

I love you
with the love of God
I can't say
I love you more than God

God is my First Love
God is Love
The Creator of Love
The Author of How to Love
A Reflection of how I will Love You

I love you so much
With the gift of this life
Loving myself first
and
The relationship with
My First Love,  The Creator*

I can love you...

Exactly the way I do
Exactly the way you like
Exactly how you deserve

Is that alright???

~Butterfly εїз   2014©

I Am Lost.
I hurt all over again.
Because I cannot forgive.
I try, but I still resent those who stubbed me straight through the heart.
My Family.
My ex Lovers.
My Community.
I want to let it all go.

This is a prayer of my hurting, breaking and bleeding heart.
Help me.
Help me LET GO
Of all that cause my tears to soak my pillow most days.
Help me.
Teach Me.
To forgive.
To let go.
To Heal.

I need You.
I can't do asylums no MORE.
I Don't want to cut anymore.
Help Me Jesus.
I know you are out, up there somewhere.
Help  me.
Please.

©The Unspoken

He was given a notebook
to write whatever on its page
quite some years it took
before it came of age.

All these years he kept writing
he thought it was his everything
to him mattered what really
was no page should be left empty.

When he exhausted the last page
he found he had missed a lot to say
there remained unsaid at each stage
that he put off for another day.

He needed one more page in the notebook
to fill it up with what was till then unsaid
but the rule did not permit a re-look
no provision for a revision was made.

Poetry.
A form of catharsis used to
Subtly touch
Violently choke
Mentally ****

Words that cut so deep making the heartless feel
Words screaming with emotions leaving you paralyzed
Words gracefully gliding down the side of your cheek forcing you to smile
Captured in whatever trap the poet wants you in; victimized

Feeding into every word of the poet so easily
Thriving off the beauty that is poetry
Until you’re shouting

Take me!
The art of poetry now flows thorough my body
Becoming intertwined in their words
I absolutely LOVE poetry