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They are like magnets
Two broken butterflies
Trying to fly together
In this horrible weather

Weathering the windy storm
Circling each other
Dearly damaged
And so ornately beautiful

White spots speckle their wings
Small orange Rorschach marks
Paralleled in sweet symmetry
Fairy like wings fluttering
One kiss away from their
Last wonderful day

They settle on the same bent flower
Exhausted they end their
Sad love affair
On petals just as damaged as they are
I had a dream about you
and now all I can think about is empty cups
and branches without leaves
and the blank sky during the new moon.
I wish I could talk about the way
you make me forget I'm sick
and how tonight I want to be around you
because that's when things are kelly green instead of navy blue.
 Nov 2015 Avalon's Respite
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there was nothing
that stopped her from
ripping her skin and turning it
into a crimson work of art.

when asked, she said
'i am simply following
my love's orders,
to escape my horrific mind.

you can't see him and he can't you
but he takes me to wonderland.
he builds me my paradise
where i can finally feel free.'

some called it madness
some called it a saviour for a misfit
but all i saw was love and hope
between a messiah
and a creature fragile.
I'll never tell you how I feel
the way I've lived my short years
Smile of the lips, cadence in my walk
I'm never honest when you want to talk
Ill say this and that, but my words will lack
Because what I mean, I always take back
I'm not trying to be mean, with you I'm not mad
Just right now, my thoughts are rather sad
I'll never tell you how I feel
 Nov 2015 Avalon's Respite
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**** it all, I'm going to be happy.
Holy Spirit, Your name is Pope
Call for Life as Un-embodied meaning
I stand in Salute, and release FAITH.

Hiding in the Invisible,
as Openness for a Freedom that knows no Flag,
I claim Life without Victory.

Story written upon each Wall
From Vietnam to New Berlin,
Family Inheritance,
Reflected in the Sunlight.

A little girls Dad,
A Fathers Son,
I SEE my Brothers Name,
for the very first time.

Swallowing Heart of Grief,
Held imprisoned by tears of Unbelieving,
I remember the moment
you did not come home.

It was the end of Life for all of us.

Why do I remember?
It was on this day that you moved thru the hour glass

Put into heaven by the ****** needle of a soldiers pain,
Your Heart is Thanksgiving.
I am here with you.

No need to explain.
Your Choice, Victory
Mine, Stillness.

both just simple paths,
on this road that serves Love.

Footprint of Compassion, ONE Step.
I Claim LIFE.
I Claim FREEDOM.

And So It Is.
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