my torment is one of clouds and flowers
freckles upon sun-kissed oranges
like roses through honey
& vivid eyes like the abstraction of Renaissance pieces

oh butterfly how you make my heart melt
chocolate brownie wonders with giggles on top
your effervescence brighter than a summer's day
entrapping my purity within your oppressive interior

our silences are filled with images of my creation
a cornucopia of passion for even the loneliest of wordsmiths

I leap into our pool of nostalgia for old time's sake
only to find your words transform into serpents.

whirlwinds of emotion now whispered into the ears of another
burning adorations into scarred remains

Those days when you were told
These are the best, better behold

Those days when you were told
Learn the best, make yourself unfold

Those days when you were told
You are the best, be strong and bold

Those days when you were told
Take your rest, shelter from hot and cold

Those days when you were told
Do not test, patience is gold

Those days when you were told
It is not a jest, you will grow old.
                                         -by uv_poetry

In the mists of all the thunder and lighting
I made a decision
to strengthen my bond with my dad
before its too late
I do not want to die not knowing that my parents
truly love me
because for some time
I felt like no one loved me
people may like me but never love
and the fact that I was never able to accept any love
left me emotionally in a coma
I did not know how to react to things that most people would
and I still dont
I am willing to learn how to
but I am still afraid
I know that writing this probably means nothing to other people
but to me, it is going to be like a written contract to myself
to make new moments happen

I learn how to love my feet that walk on new lands,
I learn how to love my voice that reaches untouched notes,
I learn how to listen to my heart that is no longer a servant of the mind
I learn how to love myself as I am ...

Acceptance is the most beautiful way of healing,
when butterflies count the seconds and you give up counting the years,
unheard music embraces the rebellious soul,
the sky flows smoothly, the clouds kiss the living land,
love vapors hug the proud grass
which is dancing fulfilled a dance of peace,
and I learn to live in the now.