"butterflied" poems
the sun beats
loose fence stakes into
the ground
and I kiss each ray
as if it were
my own child
the sky rains down
a corpse of butterflied
snow
its wings—
a brace
to bend my
broken legs straight
my love
begins to crawl
setting the dry
snow aflame
burning patterns
in the mandala
snowfall
sun’s flame
whips its invisible
lion
snow lets the
growl pass through
and my bones
cackle
setting straight
the image of
sunny snowfall
this sunday
morning
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
butterflied flay of cloud
Rorschach blots
cricket white on nursery blue
skilled autopsy of the summer sky
i feel like raw skin having a plaster removed
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 6:12 PM UTC
Once Upon a Time, in a countryside field that expanded far and wide
there grew a massive population of Black-Eyed Susans
Due to the duration of their lineage in this country
All the other flowers admired them quite jealously
They were not lavender delightful like Venus’ pride
or magenta seductive like the frail petaled pink fairies
Black-Eyed Susans grew like Spartan warriors
and sprouted healing wisdom like Aclepius
Their bulbous heads attract butterflied so exactly
every caterpillar is born in love with the color yellow
born in lust for their persistant nature
born with their meager caterpillar lips
parted in marveled awe of how
wonderfully healing Black-eyed Susans are
asking for nothing but the sun’s rays to be warm
and the rain to quench their thirst
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
the breath
that butterflied
into a word phrase
that changed my life
give up being right
the stress
that lifted from
my shoulders of
the known world
and leapt for pleasure and delight!
give up being right
give up being right
like child
that woke
from sleep to
find that school
was just a dream
and it was not too late
never too late to
give up being right
give up being right
give up being right all the time
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 1:02 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the tick of another twenty third, & I'm still okay:>
I can't go back to the way it was
moonless nights a lost cause
a shineless sun not a ray she draws
I can come after the way it becomes
close my eyes nonetheless moon or sun
drown lavender's peace till the hurt of lungs
better than none & well
read the words this town won't spell
or maybe my remembrance of things I won't tell
-----ravenfeels
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 5:10 PM UTC
Your bassy voice
that grunges on all ears
across the long hallway
Your feline mantra
Through your themed party
Slices to my butterflied stomach.
Paralleled by your charm,
infinitely looping in
through sweet spoken words.
Shining through
your bright shimmering light
reflecting to your flowery skirt,
As you entered the room
your glance and down cast stare
makes me feel the thirst.
for your never existing touch
your caress and feelings
in my dream, in reverse.
for your face that brightens us
is misunderstood through your words
that face, launched ships plus a curse.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
“I don’t know,” he said.
As I lay my head on his chest, I hold my breath to ever speak again.
And suddenly, I could feel the space between our atoms.
What should I eat?
A simple questions, but I only have one recipient in mind.
Only one person who knows me enough to know what I want when I don’t know it myself.
One person who knows what I ate yesterday, and the day before and narrows it down from there.
But, you don’t know what I ate yesterday.
Because I didn’t.
I ate my pillow and drank my tears.
The salt and cotton sat in my stomach like the butterflies used to.
But, those butterflied never died, they just got hurt.
Had their wings plucked off and bodies scorched with a magnifying glass.
I want you to like yourself as much as I do.
I want to like myself as much as I liked you.
I want to nurse you and those butterflies back to life one day.
Release them in the botanical garden and start a new holiday.
162 days until it’s all over and done with; real life starts then.
For now, I will play pretend.
Hide these feelings in the empty boxes I hoard under my bed.
Not to think about the empty spot in your heart and head,
where there was no room for me.
When I came home, everything was changed.
I found you to nurse and hold me, until love replaced the pain.
But with you, I was just hiding from it.
Like the boxes under my bed, I hide from their emptiness.
I hide from the raw meat body that used to take up half my spaces.
I have no foundation in this far too familiar nation.
Busy bodies twirling like ants from different colonies.
We will not go home to the same place tonight.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
I’m a flirt but I fear relationships,
Chase; however not good with that ****
Do all that is good to make her smile,
Pursue and Pursuit; chase a million miles,
But with her in my grasp, I tremble, I’m weak,
Not smooth with words, I stutter when speak,
With her in my presence, my legs become jelly,
Sweaty palms condense; butterflied belly,
I’m Awkward, I’ll find the girl who loves that,
Poke fun of my nerves, fill emotional heart gap.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
Seamless perfection to every eye,
A woman to love, the luck of my try.
She kissed my lips and for the first time,
my heart was sparked; voice like a mime’s.
No words to express the feeling I felt,
Every small kiss continued to melt.
Her beautiful eyes blue, smiled with her teeth,
as her long brown hair thickened my glee.
My love goes as far as the universe is wide,
So help me to stand as start I glide.
The facilities of actions when your hand’s in mine,
Help to seed your perfection as love grows in vines;
Branching away and growing so tall,
feelings explained through the move of my jaw.
Which words can’t express, but I can’t ignore,
I fell for you as I haven’t before.
There’s more to this than a butterflied stomach
A love so true, one must not mutter;
But shout to all, his every shortcoming,
And yell the name of the one he is loving.
This woman is truly the spirit of grace.
Perfection in the eyes of all who chase.
But she loves only one, and receives it the same.
They continue to grow, as hearts interchange.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
sleepless nights taunt me in the pitch darkness that mirrors shut eyelids and butterflied lashes,
the same ones we wish upon,
and wish away.
the hours tick on by and i cannot drift;
my mind accompanied by other things than dreams,
and you,
yes, you, too, my sweet.
imagining anything,
everything,
i suppose is unhealthy for a lonely girl like me,
though i wasn't always this way.
when i found you after journeying through the beyond,
the nights were easy,
and i'd never wake in the midst of sweat and fear,
for you were safe.
a lifeboat for saving you kept rowing back to me,
and i'd come close to slipping under the water,
but i always felt your hand,
at the last moment your hand clasping mine.
and when i would open my eyes and throat above the surface
i no longer saw that dark of the night,
i saw you,
in your light you were everything.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Crimson poppies sprout
from her butterflied neck
but not as graceful
The squid’s creation
Unbeknownst to himself
idleness and bubbles
You read, I’m writing
Nothing that hasn’t been done
So- why bother?
You write while I read
remnants of past monuments
The moral is nothing
A pristine kitchen
In my community dorm
No cups to be found
Ah, I don’t know this
I’ll decorate my ignorance
and most will be fooled
Some occasions I
make people very happy
and I don’t know why
Oct 18, 2022
Oct 18, 2022 at 5:38 PM UTC