"flutterbies" poems
Those flutterbies
Now called butterflies
Flutter as they fly
Dance on the wind
Beneath her skin
Pointed pen
Hard and vibrating
Ink piercing
Bare flesh
Making a monarch of
Her soft muscles
The rainbow of colors
Swirling symmetrically
As she becomes the queen
Of her fairy winged
Decorations
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
I know it's real,
2000 years with a lack of sleep
I'm forever dreaming and it's of you
Flutterbies and burnt dandy lions
I walk a thousand miles in unknown shoes
I've lost control, slipped into madness
And drowned in a scent that brings me home
I still don't know if you're real.
A day to day existence
No substance
And heartache reassurance
I miss you, the clouds are cold without you
And it's winter but fire rumbles within the ground
The elements miss you and fail to comfort me like you do.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
Flutterbies and Scallywags
floating in a brizzillag.
Mumbliwags and prissywicks
swimming in a zig zag
All together, stroke, stroke,
the mumbliwags are swimming.
Dipping here and dipping there.
the flutterbies are skimming.
But not so much, those scallywags,
a lazy bunch they are...
and what about those prissywicks,
the laziest by far.
Bumblies are bumbling,
What very funny things.
Listing side to side are they
On their whimsy wings
Prissywicks and Frakkyliks
tiring long before,
any of their counterparts
on the brizzillag shore
Flitting hither and thither, and way beyond yonder,
the flutterbies flitter all day.
It's a shame, don't you know, when it comes to playing,
only the flutterbies come out to put on a show.
The rest are all lazy, and mindless or crazy
and float around in the brizzillag.
If it were a contest, you know who would be the best,
And Flutterbies would be winnin', every blue ribbon.
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 8:09 AM UTC
I still feel it, too.
I fan-girl over your first texts of the day,
I tear up reading your poetry.
I still get nervous when I see you.
I continue to feel high when you kiss me.
Its not anything I've felt before
And I never want this feeling to go away.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
My throat must a venue
for The Lonely Hearts Club Band
I swallow my pulse
and hold my tongue in my hand.
Vivid lucid reality,
popping all my stitches at the seams
on the other line, your consciousness fades
as I envy your quest for dreams.
You're always in my heart though,
rosary beads in hand with your protection
for it is in nights like this, I simply wish
for a moment of undying affection.
Arms around me through the night,
the morning sun in his hazel eyes;
filled with smiles for all eternities
& a stomach full of butterflies.
xo
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
Here is a story
About a girl and a boy
How perfect they are
Eyes meet from a far
Flutterbies rise from within
A connection made
Time spent, slowly gone
Savouring every minute
Knowing it will end
Here comes loves first kiss
Watch it again and again
That taste never gets old
Here is a story
Of a sweet and sour drink
This love runs deep, shrub
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC