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Born of Fire Jun 2014
Sofia clung tightly to the black tipped violet wings of the tenuous butterfly.
She softly pleaded to the intricate friend.
"Please stay," a tear caressing her cheek,
"don't leave me."
Her mother walked up behind her.
"Oh honey, don't hang onto his wings, you will only **** him."
Sofia turned to her mother's chocolate eyes and quietly muttered,
"Let go of my wings mommy."
Greek meaning of Sofia is "wise"
Hollow Jun 2014
Just a moth of an idea
Fluttering dangerously close to the light

To be killed by enlightenment
Is irony

Having wings does not heighten awareness
It only raises hubris
Sherlinda Jun 2014
When race
   is all require
Then moral
   is at retire
bye-bye racism!
Sherlinda Jun 2014
To the sun,
we run
And sometimes,
stun.

To the sky,
we try
And sometimes,
sly.

To the self,
we theft
And sometimes,
left.
Helsy Flores May 2014
One belongs in the past,
The other is meant to last.
Choose wisely between one another,
Because you will lose the other.
2014
it's ok May 2014
The stars were once so friendly,
dancing with the moon to radiate on each
satellite, plant, galaxy solar system
The stars were once so bright,
But that was before they saw a bitter life form
And they dimmed a little
They met the city lights, and saw they were
least important with such beauty,
A planet with stars of it's own,
which lead the stars to dim enough
But then the far away suns noticed
Hatred, and the beloved planets
not being taken care of,
water sources being drained,
Fake satellites being place all over,
The forbidden moon having
Earth's stolen elements stabbed into
Planets hid, and now
All the stars are all a dot to twinkle
Still holding onto that last piece of illumination
and lately, the moon seemed a little dimmer
How many times
How will you write
About a glorious light
It's mighty bright
When will you realize
it's worse off than you
                                        Let me be when I stargaze
            The sky will look back at me and reminiscence
Linda Pahl May 2014
this roaring fire in my belly
consumes me like a cleansing brushfire
preparing the ground for new growth

from the ashes of my former self
wiser, stronger, less afraid,
like a phoenix, i will rise
To see the image that inspired this:  

http://instagram.com/p/oJZ6h3zdwT/

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Becky Littmann May 2014
A chance you blindly took
Without even giving it a second look
Left you slightly damaged & bruised
Feeling twisted & used
Words not said,& answers that only confused
Like a fool, your heart was played
Too many years you stayed
But as the memories begin to fade
You became more wise
Quick to spot deception & lies
There's nothing now, that comes to be a surprise
There's just something's you can't deny
No matter how hard you try
You simply can't save everyone
Sometimes you just have to let go, walk away & be done...

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