-butterflies caged by ribs,
a life begging to be lived
red heart beats in time
with the thoughts of my mind
but thoughts can fit through cracks
like the butterflies that are trapped
from mind to lips that part
but not passing through my heart
lips set the butterflies free
along with the feelings inside of me
yet I still feel lost
when I collide with my thoughts
my head is desensitized
perhaps my thoughts are the butterflies
their wings coated with beauty
but they can still come out rudely
although my thoughts are broke
when the words reach my throat
i long to fly too
like the butterflies that broke through
i won't hold my tongue anymore
butterflies free to explore
these thoughts begging to exist
a life begging to be live—
I'm transparent like a window
but I'm prone to keeping curtains closed
to cover up my youthful,
aching, ***** soul.
I used to be promiscuous;
my essence on my sleeve.
a charming laugh; a crystal glass
from which many a fool drew drink.
A chalice of life;
warm like cinnamon wine,
soft like angel's delight.
Beheld by every eye.
But it never felt right;
I was smoke off a fire,
yet still smouldering coal.
Just a young, beautiful
byproduct of desire.
There's no smoke without fire.
Although, I tried to fan it cool;
the flames ran only wilder.
But as the old wind blows, it seems
a withered tree still grows new leaves.
A dandelion spreads its seeds
but they lie far away from me.
Now, I move transcluently-
ultraviolet invisible ink-
I speak in soothing whispers;
they travel further than you'd think.
Iridescence is things seemingly changing colour on their own- I think we all have the power to grow and move away from our pasts.
I love how fire is a destructive yet cleansing force.