"butterflys" poems
green,
jaded by this world's jealousy
I covet only a field of young wheat
in which to lay and
watch the lemon-lime
seed heads sway in the wind.
to hear the sussurant whispers
as the heads, heavy with potential
rub one to another
in a constant dance.
feeling the earth warm beneath me
the smell of growth and verdancy
pungent in my nostrils.
contemplating chlorophyll and photosynthesis
. ... and cell structures
watching a olive green grasshopper
crawl up the stalk of the plant and
balance on the head, before leaping
into the field,
absorbed within the
shuffling hues of green.
melding with the rythm of the ants
as they march and
marveling at the butterflys dance
green, green,
seeding into my self,
growing little tendrils of life....
that tickle my weary soul and
etch a smile upon my face...
green.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
i wrote a letter on a napkin,
Left it in the break room for all to see,
Butterflys & dragon wings,
Dented brains,
Zombies are lame,
Apostolic Atmosphere,
Coke pancakes,
Canadian convos,
Metaphorically you're a drawr in reverse,
I'm not ****** just lonely.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
Laid on a starbound white vessel of profound sspirit.
Dont pay attention to the horrors in the shadow, they can eat you alive if you let them.
They aren't folk heroes, They're faux heroes
Alien tremors like indigo ephemerals
The vibrations are not elastic but
Real creatures in the night
The sun isn't shining light, its sharing a shadow
Believe what you want, spiritual by passing at best
The skull eclipses have gone and went
The moon lets the blood, the dark
Has sent its blessings
Time to move on, shedding skin
Like cocooned butterflys or snakes at age
A new age of reality has begun on the 4th page
4 dimensions
Burn some sage, prepare for the transcendence
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
when i met you
you were like a catipiler
i tryed to aproach you
you matured in a cocoon
feelings started to grow
you broke out of your shell
i realized how much i liked you
you spread your wings and took flight
true beuty is you
when i see you
I get butterflys
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC
I use a flashlight
Shine it
Shed light
On what?
On me?
I'm not creative
I don't deliver any talents worth mentioning
Keep that spotlight off of me
My words don't shine bright
Stand out
Its the same thing over and over
Repeat after me
I am not creative
My words don't shine bright
Stand out
Its the same thing over and over
I'm like that annoying cd that skips repeatedly
The same phrase, the same verse
I can't mold something new out of already hardened clay
I can't dream up beautiful rhyming words
I can't make a trending poem
Not one that paints a gorgeous portrait in the mind of its readers
We can talk about roses all day long if you want
Or tree's and sunshine
And blue sky's!!
Oh and rainbows and butterflys
If that's what makes a poem worth reading
We can talk about love
And hearts
We can hold hands and blows kisses
Peace and harmony
Or we could talk about the real stuff
The Shadows
The dark stuff
Teardrops
The shattered mirrors
All of our fears
The things that bring about nightmares
The truth
The ugliness
The misery
The dark and twisted stuff
They say the mentally disturbed are the most creative
Its up to you
Dear poet
Person sitting there at the steering wheel
Staring at the road ahead
Put the car in drive
Steer it in the right direction
Or is there a right direction?
Its all just space
Blank space
The pen just sits there in your hand
Waiting for an idea to take shape
Hope its going to be worth the struggle
The self loathing
Worth picking and prodding at your ego
Telling you, you **** at writing
So why bother right?
It's more than just a poem
Its more then just a page in your story
A direction in your life
A struggle
A meaning
A life
Its your life
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
welcome to my life
full of glitz and glamour
**** and clamor
stipper poles and alcoholic binges
dark holes and ***** syringes
happiness then suicide
smiles and selfish pride
i get so high
and fall so low
i get so happy
and then i just dont know
what am i doing here in this god forsaken place
the guitar helps me get through
the words help me make sense of it all
melody flows through me
the butterflys churn endlessley in my stomach
waiting for the crowd to assemble
waiting for the silence to rumble
waiting for the stage to go dark
waiting for the spotlight and the spark
and then i sing
o
i sing
to everyone and to no one
and then all my glorious, decadent **** for a life somehow shines
when those empty sea of eyes meet mine
and i sing a song
and i sing a song
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 3:29 PM UTC
today I realized that I'm perfect with who I'am
atlast in my life I know who I'am
What things im good at and what I need to work on
IM NOT PERFECT
infact im fragile and weak
I'm scared of knowing so much about myself
It's the truth
I KNOW who I can become
either good or bad
I know what the future holds
for my good decisions or my bad
If only today myself could talk to the young boy who struggled so long
trying to be someone he was not.
I'd tell that boy to not follow the crowd that he thought was so cool
That to listen to your mother
to stay away from the drugs
even if the other kids called him a loser for not playing along
The really unique kids are the ones who dont follow the normal teenage rebellion
the real rebels are the ones who study hard
hang out alone
and even wish they could go out and get hammered drunk and puke everywhere
or sleep with a random girl not for love but just for ***
But they dont
I want to tell my rebel self to be a true rebel like those kids
the kids who later on in life
will have money to go out and enjoy the things I enjoyed as a rebel teenager
to be able to hang out with there grown up friends and to fun doing grown up things.
Instead I'm a 24 year old sandwhich artist
the teachers always said keep partying you'll look back and regret these days
I told them they'll regret saying that when I make it big
years of writing
years of sitting up late with a bottle of ***** and a lit cigarette
like my life a long ash forms off the cherry as it burns waiting for the whieght of itself to break off.
I KNOW who I'am
I'm a voice for this plugged in generation
I'm the sticky **** on the bottom of your shoe
I'm the viper in a room full of gardner snakes
I'm the demon with a halo
a hybrid of a soul
hell hound instincts
but a butterflys swagger
soft but hard
sweet but sour
I'm the reason for a middle
im the reason why things stay balanced
for not for people like me
the Balanced
the Beaten
the hardened and the Understanding
the Counter Attack
the person who has seen the roughest parts in life
has been down to pennys to his name
Im here to tell you dont give up
because even during the rain the sun can shine
those days amaze me
when its pouring but sunny
Does it make since no
but do we watch in amazement when it happens
yes
That my friends is me
thats who I'am
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
lightheaded i scatter to the curb
and stare in blank wonder
at the carnival of obscene
open on the ***** street
a father wanders drunk up the
sun dappled lane
singing that tune from childhood
if he could only recapture
even a moment
but time evades him like paper butterflys
and his life flees as he chases the past
a mothers brother lurks in the shadows
hoping to be seen and unseen
in the same moment
his hand clutches the traces of a poison
that hes here to sell to imitation innocence
its the same as the ones in the cars
they just sell a different form of insanity
just another filthy lie
they are trying to hand out with a smile
she lay back in the bent perception
and plays on the dreams that might spark
but benith her bulletproof layers
she is crying for all the tenderness and love
she feels she will never know again
she waits for the bicycle man
she knows he is her escape from the carnival
there is no time to waste
i must escape this vipers nest
this wasteland that lives between the
fast food restaurants
and run down motels
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
Dancing Crimson Fireworks fill my heart
Violent infant butterflys tare me apart
She levitates and makes time bend
I can never tell when things will end
Is it that our minds hold on
Even for only moments long
Is it wrong to see you here
Gazing into the Stratosphere
May 18, 2011
May 18, 2011 at 5:17 PM UTC
I'm pretty sure I can feel you're lips
Like a thousands mile per hour kiss.
The air I touch feels like your skin.
And I swear I think I can hear you whisper my name.
I can feel the snow that you're driving through
And the burn from the frozen wind is scalding my skin.
Any second you will walk through our door.
Any minute you'll grab me and throw me against the wall.
I love to see you smile.
in you're eyes I can see everything.
The future twinkles and I'm always in a daze.
I'm always in a daydream.
The butterflys are eating me from within.
I need to stop and remember to breathe.
You're my dream.
I can feel it in me. I can, I swear I can.
I will disturb the universe.
I will cross mountains
I will burn trees
I will go to you and fight everything.
Everything will be dark and beautiful.
Every day will be unforgettable.
Every fight will be enjoyable.
Every hug so meaningful
Every moment we'll be useful.
I can't wait any longer.
I can't eat.
I love you.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
i will bide my time
here,
with you my
love,
for it was you,
who came with,
the gift of love.
to my barricaded
door
and knocked gentle
and soothed my
unruly mind.
you came with a box, wrapped, in compassion
and tied with, ribbons of joy
and inside...
hope, on the wings
of butterflys.
i will bide with you,
my love,
i will bide with you.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
we were in love
i remember you pulling me closely, your hands secure around my waist
you kissed my nose and the butterflys surrounded us
they danced and swayed to the song of our laughter
like the one time when we were walking to the car and it started raining
instead of just jetting to the car you grabbed my hand and said "dance with me."
like that one time you waiting by my window until i would open it,
i still remember that song you played for me
how i just wanted to jump right then and there and let you catch me
you mustve saw it on my face because you laughed and pouted "cant catch you here baby, but we can try"
it wasnt just the feeling of love
it was the feeling of someone caring about you
to no extent
i never understood the concept of love
until i met you
once i did.
back then
once i did.
back when.
once i did
back when u were here
once i did.
now its you i fear
you turned that love into hate
in one simple state ment
the one you left on my doorstep
a goodbye wouldve been better
but i guess the thrill is what always got you huh?
once i did love..
you.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
It's unfair
to me and to you
to everyone that has cared and was unaware
and to who had a dare
to loved me more
more then just a freind
I understand its unjust
but as you lean in close
my heart doesnt reach out
it dosnt speed up
when you hold me close
and so I flee
when you call me dear
understanding I beg you be
I'm still waiting to like you
as you start to love me
I'm sorry my heart doesn't beat
it never has and I fear it never will
The butterflys in my stomach
must be in their cocoons
my lungs must be in good condition
for I never have trouble breathing
and my heart must be dead
because I never feel it beating
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
petals
blown
from
the
cherry
tree
twirling
like
butterflys
in
the
evening
sun
:
o
)
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
I use to have a friend but my she is DEAD
dyed with 16 butterflys in her head
she was starved and skinny
bleached and blond
but she NEVER smiled...
Her brother was a gansta WANNABE
when ever I saw her, he looked at me
I never knew why she hated him
I never understod why he call her MAGOT
or why being her friend ment i shall
NEVER look at him...
Her mom left 1 week after her was birth
she wished she was barried in the dirt
I guess she never held her
I guess she never loved her
all I know it is she ONLY called her *****
and only saw her 1 time
the 2 of them and crystal in there lungs...
Her dad was kinda scary
he drove a big big truck
he was a big big ****
he showed her how to play getar
and how to fight
he showed her how LOVE him
and how to HATE gerself...
But now this girl is dead
choked on her blood
drowned in her tears
cut in to SO meny pices
broken like she allways was and now to Roth...
I had a friend so beautiful
so fun and so alive
and the truth is she is not really dead
we only wish she was...
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 8:27 PM UTC
It is so surreal how vivid i see, the past playing out in my memories.
swinging away, a smile and a quick simple kiss.
these are the memories that my heart does miss.
Black and pink, the suave and the silk, lips locked in love, leaving behind stains the color of milk.
the pain and the ache, of missing a voice, separation of hearts, by another's cruel choice.
only to later surface a strength that lay hidden within, to persevere through the peril, oh, our beautiful, innocent sin.
my lover, my lady, my best friend, my baby..call it crazy but these are the memories that my heart misses most.
Second chances, are second chances ever a plausible reality.
i can see the providence, but i doubt
oh God can it be.
i dont feel up to par, or deserving, or perhaps its not that but that my heart feels fear at the yearning
i still remember the burning
and the butterflys, i help deep within, i still long for the love.
memories of our innocent beautiful sin.
oh we meet again, my old companions, if i may.. my friend.
namely so, you are my memories.
contemplating second chances, for the future, to have what we had back
oh my sweetest of regrets, how i look back on your embrace
as i sit here missing you, as some soldier off at war
i can still here the gunmetal clash, as you slammed and walked out that door.
such a beautiful bloom our embrace was that warm spring.
now the pitter patter of teardrop showers metronomes as you sing in my dreams
are these my memories of second chances...or my second chance for memories
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
Find a dream
and let it go
Craft your idea
and sell it my dear
It's the way through life
to embrace your strife
We are not beautiful butterflys
we can not fly you'll see
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
you make my heart melt
and then evaporate
let me elaborate
when i see you i get butterflys
so much; i throw up
this means i love you too much
not an obsession
more like an addiction
something only seen in fiction
you can tell me anything
but i wont listen
i use to say life's not fair
but now your here
and its too good to be true
i finally found you
like you were the olive branch
and i was the dove
call it true love
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
Remember when flowers and butterflys were to girly for guys to draw, so some guys practiced in their rooms curving lines to make art, blending the pencil's lead residue left on the page to create depths of endless proportion in our mind. Then came the colours, bold and bright enough to make us smile. Remember the grade school bully who saw the picture and made fun of us for it, but deep inside he was jealous. Then in high school art class we were asked to draw it and finally our time has come. We once again blend the colours and pencil lead to form the memorizing wings of the butterfly amongst the bright yellow flower. For this moment we were Picasso and Voticheli at once. We ceased the moment and claimed it as our own, we put the others in awe by the. time we were finished. For this moment we were artist's. .
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
Munster was his name,
after Herman Munster
of TV fame cause,
he was so big.
But not scary, feral big,
just double dose of cat big.
He was predominately
sleek, shiny black,
with a white bib
and crooked muzzle,
like he had his moustache
painted on in a hurry.
Oh, and he had one white paw.
Poppajack used to say,
he had been caught by God
stealing cream.
Munster was sleek, sinuous
muscle,
he rippled when he walked.
In stalk mode he was, panther incarnate.
Albeit, dressed in a tuxedo.
In cat term's he was vain,
always preening, or finding
a vantage point to show
himself off to the best photographic angle.
But just occasionly,
if we were lucky
and the butterflys
were on the wing,
he would, kitten prance
like a pixie, at the birth of spring.
He was a hunter,
not of bugs and lizards.
A ratter of renown,
he could take a bird
from it's early flight
without a care.
I once saw him, come home
and drop a rabbit,
at Poppajacks feet, before
finding the evening sun
for a well earned nap.
Munster loved Poppajack,
with dedicated flair
would follow him about
the garden, bulter-like,
dignified tail, straight and tall.
They would parade
in regal state,
to check on the vegetable serfdom.
He was not a cat of lap,
but,would sprawl over Poppa's feet like,
black satin slippers
with a purring engine beat.
Majestic Moggy Munster, was felinetity in it's prime.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
I don't think winter
Was ever meant to be
Who can live when the cold
Freezes your soul?
I want the warmth of the sun
To kiss my skin
I want the delicate flutter of
A butterflys wing against my cheek
But nature plays this cruel trick
On me every September
It cajoles me with red and gold leaves
The shades of amber and burnt orange
Delight my eyes
All the while the leaves are dying
And I will never behold them again
Bare branches will reach up like skeletal arms
Against dull gray clouds
Snow will descend and a hush will fall
Like death, but not quite
And I must wait so long for the first bloom
Of color to push up through the spring snow
Promising the warmth of summer to follow
I don't think winter
Was ever meant to be
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
We used to be in love,
You used to perfer me over anyone.
We used to be close,
We used to always be together.
But now,
You dont talk to me.
But now,
Your not the person you once were.
Your a killer,
Those butterflys i once had?
Yeah.
You killed them.
But truth is,
After everything,
After all this,
I still love you.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
It was one wonderful night with you.
Your the most interesting person ive ever met.
Someone i want to be with everyday,
Someone i COULD love forever.
So cute, sweet, and funny.
I once asked you....
When we stoped talking, did you ever think about me?
You replied with 'yes, all the time'
You gave me butterflys..i can't even explain how many.
I guess you could say i felt like a kid getting a new toy.
Telling my mom you were gorgeous, behind the costumes.
As i tried on costumes, i flirted and gave you my facebook info.
Thinking id never get to see you again, i called you.
you told me i smelt good, and you couldnt stop flirting either.
but as i could go one forever, i must stop
and just say your kisses were amazing, i never wanted to stop.
and you are literally the best guy i have met.
So as you are out of my life once again, which upsets me.
I must say i miss you.
and i will never forget you...
EVER!
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 10:23 AM UTC
bright things,
glisten and shimmer
in the corner of my eye
little fairy wings
flit and flutter
in the outer circle
of my sunny day sky
my oak and acorn
plant seeds in the sunshine
no hope for sadness
no room for forlorn
today is bright
daffodils and roses
happy faces, happy poses
small sloppy kisses
and large heartfelt ones too
the last days of summer
shining, shining through...
dappled sun ...
green grass too,
we all lay down,
soak the heat
from the ground
happy to, look for fairies
and pixies, and gnomes,
lady bugs, inch worms, skinks
and grasshoppers too.....
dragonflies hover
and race the wind
butterflys, flutter
art on the wing
and in the tree
the kookaburras chuckle
the magpies warble
wrens chatter
these are memories
although, destined to be lost
these are memories that matter
these small things and lazy days
are the backbone of our lives
holding us upright in times of strife
giving us grace to cope, with the darkside of life
these bright things, lead us home.....
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC