#freespirits
Butterflies,
With their delicate wings,
Flap laces and blessings of new dreams
And ventures,
Through the silence and murmur of voices.
They show up uninvited—
Not for the vows, not for the ceremony,
Or the reception.
They’re just free, in their own little world,
A good omen of nature’s poetry.
Playing with their cousins,
No longer tied, held hostage in anyone’s stomach,
They flutter through the words
Not bound by expectation or vow.
As small and fragile as they are,
They remember the things we do not—
All the things we act out and rehearse,
And still tend to forget,
They do naturally.
Like crashing a family wedding,
As a simple reminder:
That the best things in life land
Where they will,
No matter if it’s a dress, a car,
A hat, or a heart
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 12:38 AM UTC
One night I want fate take me to the unknown, meet a perfect stranger, drive all night, through the country, through the city, through our childhood homes. Talk about life, talk about goals and dreams. Not knowing where we’ll end up or who we will meet along the way, just two souls connecting. Just one night of freedom, adventure, taking chances.🖤
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:58 PM UTC
If I tell you
With a touch of love
Poets/Poetesses are born
Paradox
Being untouched
Greater poets/poetesses evolve
They are not the poets/poetesses
Just because
They craft rhythmic verses
They are poets because
They glorify, the pain
They admire every little details
They worship, the sublime vibes
They are poets because
They reveal, the truth
They hide, what most
Whatever they serve
It comes straight
From their heart
Raw
Tuning the souls
Giving meaning to life
Hold on
For all the good reasons
They defy gravity
Romanticizing you
All with comfort
No other way, they do it best
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 3:43 AM UTC