The path to "better" changes From person to person. I want you to be better In the same way that I want me to be. Even if I have to take this Broken, and blood stained machete That was once used To ward off those who cared And storm into the unknown, Blinding, and binding forest Alone.
i think i often represent the butterfly i so often speak of frail and weak in every step- my plain brown wings are just like the papery disgusting skin i want so badly to break out of, revealing my clearwinged beauty. but i've adapted to this form- i've changed. who cares for being disgusting- better to simply scare away the predators with my big nose and buggy eyes. who cares for being unloved- i do, for solitide is survival in this concrete jungle. but i know better. i am no graceful, gentle butterfly. satyrs are still lovely, despite being different, and i am not lovely. i know that these white wings cannot and will not be silenced. the beating drum behind me says otherwise. i am not butterfly. i am a falcon, and i do not dare hide behind a mask of a face. no-
i fight and claw my way out of it.
this is really more of a vent than a poem, but i still feel something important in it. i hope you enjoy.
witch, a world exists outside your self you may see another in need of help, of protection from those with the evil eye, sending demons and humans alike to try to tear this soul down, to do them harm, for these times you can provide a charm, a candle lit as the sun sinks low will guard this soul from all its foes who seek to curse it in the night they’ll be powerless to your candlelight
Stand up, stand guard, Staunchly defend all that is ours. What is ours to defend? Begin with what was before us, The good earth and all inhabitants. Defend that which is ours. Truth and love; Leave a legacy of righteousness - Defend these, and thus, Defend those whom we leave, And leave them to.
"To The Men, I have Loved and the lessons I have learned."
To the boy who hid in the shadows:
You taught me how to plant the flowers of love. You showed me the colors and the different names moreover, you taught me how to tend to them all. Then I learned you lied to me and told me all the wrong names so now my garden is twisted and confused. You then left taking my Freesia’s in hand.
To the boy who hid in the trees.
You went garden to garden, loved to plant the first seed. You taught me how the roses moved in the night. However, you stilled lived in other gardens and took my roses. You left my garden with patches of nothing and made me feel like I deserved it.
Now my garden; already struggling to stay alive. What was I do? I was already so sad.
Then to the boy who lived in the spotlight:
You came to my garden with roses in hand promising to help restore what had been lost for your garden had been plucked as well. However, you only came for what was left of my roses and took my elderflowers as well.
You only cared for yourself. And well you, you taught me not to trust anymore.
So for the next boy who comes to my garden. Come with a sword and a shield. Because now I’ve learned how to grow my flowers with thorns. So I’ll guard my garden until the day I learn which flower is love.
Some thoughts. But I've been cranking out poems so be on the lookout for more poems.
Who would have though that the happiest days of my life would also be the worst. Deep down inside my chest something has been growing... and soon I'll burst. I do not understand why it's here, but I do know that it hurts. What at first seemed a blessing turned out to be a curse.
This insidious beast, talks to me in my sleep. It tells me lies, until nothing but false hope fills my eyes. At first I tried to feed it, and when that didn't work I tried to free it. Why won't it just let me be?
Still, there it stayed, in my chest... growing bigger and stronger day by day. Even now, I can still feel it's foul poison lingering in my veins. What once brought me joy now only brings me pain. I can't even remember when it infested my soul, but still I curse that day.
God please make it go away. I am a man, yet I am only human, and I now see my problem has but one solution. I must **** the love in my heart before it kills me. I must relieve some of this woeful misery, it's the only way.
It hurts me to say, but I have my reasons. The most important of which is simply self defense.
I must **** it before it kills me **** it before it kills me **** it, **** me Self defense