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Rebel Heart Jul 2016
I always wanted to be free

Free to fly away from here

Away from the emptiness

The loneliness which fills my heart

All I can do is wait

Wait till this faithful day

The day I become a Butterfly

But you had to come along

You where the reason for me to stay

To fill my heart with joy and happiness

The days of sadness seems so far away

Hand in hand we challenge the world

A future which smiles down upon us

But deep down I know

The wings inside me must unfold

May it not be today

May it not be tomorrow

I know you will look up into the sky

And watch me unfold my wings

Whispering me goodbye

On the day I became a butterfly
Snehith Kumbla Jul 2016
traffic smoke
piercing the haze
a butterfly
Today I followed a butterfly,
It led me to a wasp's nest*

-Kaya
Peter Kiggin Jul 2016
Adieu


Every time I'm alone I find my self being alone with you
Wandering what you are doing or speaking to someone new
You let me fall in love with you and that's gone it's true
But when I'm all alone with my self all I can think of is you

I'm not the same young man you adored and loved after all that I've been through
I am just a shadow of the man that even I dreamed and wanted too
I live each day with a wish and a hope that the stars above will lighten my feelings and you might be looking as a single bird comes to you
In my mind I'm that bird in your hands cooing with the warmth I once knew
Then when you wake up in the morning a single feather of a wing sat on your pillow that will always remind you that I am the bird that was warmed by your hand holding mine through the looking glass adieu adieu.
Memories are made of this
Julia Mae Jul 2016
we laid in bed and i had scars on my wrist
you looked at them with such disdain, rubbing your fingers over this exhausted skin
i told you then why i got this tattoo
because i told myself that i was done with doing this
you didn't say anything
i didn't say anything
because both of us knew, that commitment was never true
for anyone who struggles with self-injury my heart goes out to you.
Ami Shae Jul 2016
Of all the voices in my head,
yours is the only one
I keep hidden
under my bed...
and if you're wondering why
listen sometime to how you sound--
it's as if butterflies are speaking
as they fly
your voice soft as the flutter of their wings
as they go peacefully by
and whenever I get scared at night
I just think of you
and imagine that your voice
will surely get me through
til morning brings me back the light...
Sometimes whenever I can't sleep and I hear all the memories that float around in my head, I block them out with the beautiful sound of a long time friend who loves me no matter what and in spite of all that I've been through. It helps to have someone who truly cares even when they don't have to...
Julie Langlais Jul 2016
Walking side by side
You've been my all
In our wonderful journey
With heartbreaks and love
overcoming struggles
Laughter and flooded tears

I am no longer a caterpillar
But a butterfly
An empty void
Searching for the acceptance
Of my broken
To love and appreciate
It's dark beauty
That lies hidden from the world

I can't keep walking with you
In this mundane path of solidarity
The loneliness numbs my wings
I need to taste the air above us
I need to soar to the sun
Find a soul
Who will love my broken

I have evolved
While you remained the same
You will forever live in my heart
Hoping you find a caterpillar  
Who can walk by your side
While I find a butterfly
To explore my shadows


Jl 2017
Ris Jul 2016
Pretty, pretty butterfly,
do not cry.
This is not the end,
so please smile again.

Pretty, pretty butterfly,
you're the strongest of us.
Don't let them hurt you,
instead fly with the wind.

Show them, that you're so much more
than just a pretty butterfly.

- Ris
Jordan Fischer Jun 2016
A beautiful butterfly beams by in the brisk bright morning hours.
The alliteration of the first line is enough to make you swoon.
Beauty comes in many forms as such as an amazing altogether auspicious line of aggressive, aggrandizing well written word play

But just think of the amount of well written expression that was possible with any of those starter lines.

Instead you are full of nagging narcolepsy that nags at your knees.
Falling below even the fewest standards
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