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My wild butterfly
Once upon a time, i posted this poem in a forum
to My wild butterfly
to the wild butterfly
whose wings fluttered in my mind.
how i have missed you so, the mystery
of the strange touch that shouldn't be.
swept through me for just a second,
chilled the bones of my confusion,
and faded away as if it has never been
in such a mean that i have never seen....
so to you, my wild butterfly,
how strange of you to make me shy....
*a friend replied with her poem and i replied it*
oh dear wild butterfly of mine
have love blinded thine sight?
for thou doth and for me thus
fly away before the moment rust
fly away before love rush
and crush thine little heart...
oh or was it mine i wonder,
was it why i felt this shudder,
such strange notion of nature...
oh stop, my heart, do not think further
*a reply to my friend reply*
oh my little butterfly,
how strange of thy tonight
It is not
it is not life that i grieve,
not the sadness that i see,
but the fleeting peace in me
tainted with inconsistency...
I do not understand...
I do not understand...
I do not understand, what i want is so plain,
yet i could not pertain, this emotion that is restrained.
I feel suffocated, feel like i am being put in a mixer,
and it started to grind as i was going blind.
but I do not understand, this pressure rearing up my choker,
as if i could combusted and faint, but i do not understand,
because what i want is so simple,
because what i wished for is so simple,
because what i yearned for is so simple,
yet why do i feel this pain?
this torment, what can i do to make it plain?
I just want to be near you, walk with you,
I just want to stay by you, talk with you,
I just want to feel you, understand you,
but everything just felt like an illusion,
a complexion that I could never have forgotten.
i just want to sit by you, in the silent,
and let myself emerge in the serene moment,
and like the foolish butterfly, i would smile,
and be all senile, i would let time slide,
and be all futile, i would feel like i could fly,
Friendwhat is friend, what is fiend?
what is the difference that should have been?
isnt it just another line where tipsy tip easy to slip?
fiend today, friend tomorrow.
but isnt tomorrow where we weep
our sad friendship under these pillow?
fiend to friend and friend to fiend
the possibility that would never end.
be true and be frank
that was how friendship like.
but is it possible to live that life?
every now and then, we all need space...,
a solitude from the chaos world, without said.
because we know too much
because we cant be careless
because we all want happiness
so we lie a bit and so many bits more
until we collapsed under our own lies...
without the qualification,
can we still be friend?
a kind of friend that one can trust without doubt?
a kind of friend that we can love with our heart?
a kind of friend that we can share the worries?
will it still be the same,
the friendship in this world full of schemes?....
and so he
Before I wake
the fairy of sour sweetness
wander among the garden of myst,
clothed in crimson and flutter of silk,
neatly soar the heart of my muse.
turn this way oh my dearest fiend!
thou showered me with the deadliest sin.
this desire, oh, what a shame...
on such delicated creature of frame.
it would be enough just to know thy name
but swiftly, fleet back where thy came....
a strawberry of sweet pain
hidden among the wise wane...
no dont go yet, thy killed my sane!
stay but a while longer then...
before the morning mend,
before my wake come to sense...
How Much?I thought I'd finally caught a break
Maybe after all this pain I've found solitude
But the whole time you were looking at me, you pictured her
Everytime you found your way back to me it meant nothing
That look when you see me, was only because I reminded you of her
But how can you deny that?
The glint in your eyes and the way you let me touch you
This connection I feel to you even now
Do I mean something to you? Or was I just naive?
I still love you.
But I hate myself.
Because I love you.
HeartbrokenI loved, I cared, I gave you all that I could,
My misfortune; I couldn't be all that you wanted.
I hoped, I wished, and I thought you understood,
My misfortune; my heart felt taunted.
I wondered, I asked, and I prayed for your own good.
My misfortune; I felt so unwanted,
I pleaded, I begged, all to share thoughts I could,
My misfortune; I neglected the hurt you had planted.
I was stupid, I was blind, I was unable to read your mind,
My misfortune; I still messaged you.
I learnt my lesson, I felt the world, I now think I know it,
Dont worry, you shall never feel so lacerated.
I promise, I swear, I shall never speak to you again,
For I deserved it all to have fallen for you.
I was silly, I was weird, and I was dumb to think --
How could I been the one you cherished?
But may you answer if you could -- how could someone be so indecisively cruel?
A cold-heart with its own blood, uncaring with bleeding hearts
I question if you care truly for my well being,
Or if it is just an illusion to fill
MelodyInside of us is a melody,
it's inside the hearts of you and me.
Although sometimes it's quiet and tender,
our melody is a soft, friendly reminder.
The sound inside of everyone,
will be a bind that can't be undone.
It's a note that connects with each other,
its a mark of acceptance towards one another.
We will all be heard eventually,
sometimes it's you, and sometimes it's me.
The melody inside of our body, our hearts,
is what keeps us from staying apart.
It is the sound of our sadness and fear,
but it's also the sound of the smiles you smile here.
It is the words that stay unspoken,
it is the reason some hearts are broken.
But if you listen, just listen closely,
I'm sure you can hear your melody.
Hear the thoughts that you think inside,
hear the feelings that you want to hide.
Understand yourself just a little be more,
open up that heavy closed door.
Our melody plays steady and neat,
it's a beauty that no one can beat.
Our melody is a song for ourselves,
it reminds us of our good healt
HurricaneI don't really know
How all of this came to be
When I already know
She can do better than me
I feel like she's the desert
And whenever I hold her hand
I realize that makes me
Nothing more than a grain of sand
I can't help but ask myself
How is it that she's with me?
I'm just a mess when I'm alone
And I'm fucking up constantly
In every way, shape, and form
Like the calm of the night
Or like the eye of a storm
(And if that storm were to break...)
I always have the thought
That if people were rain
l would be just a drop
And she'd be the hurricane...
She Will Never Know...Its ok
I won't say anything
She doesn't have to know
We are alone in this classroom
I may never see you again-make this count
A small secret, between lips teeth and tongue
Breathless, you cool mouth touching mine
Promises don't know
That secrets mean nothing
If you kiss me, I promise she will never know
And when you pull away and still want her-I will completely understand
But when you take a breath and all you want is more
I will be here
Waiting in this empty classroom
Keeping our secret safe
Hold me close
And I promise
She will never know.
NostalgiaI'd say you have a flawless mind at its finest,
But then I remember you don't have a heart in the slightest.
Those sleepless nights and morning excitement,
With them combined were our lovely messages sent.
You stole my heart and took my breath away,
Upon thinking of us together is when my mind would sway.
I gave you me, my soul, my heart, and my happiness; you had it all in your hands,
And then the tables turned, time changed; and it all became a gamble to have it all.
The messages stopped the way they were,
Within days, I found myself fragile, broken, upon the concrete floor.
I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you,
Neither do I regret the moments spent together.
I wish you had told me the truth so that I knew,
But you hid it all; you played my heart ...
Without those intentions, and hurt my soul.
And now, I am stuck while the world is too busy in its own hole.
My Worst Enemy.She's staring me down.
I can't look away.
Her eyes are cold, criticizing.
I shrink under her gaze.
My heart races faster by the second,
Yet she never notices.
Her eyes trail over every inch of my body,
Analyzing every little detail.
I shiver, seeing the look of disgust on her face.
She looks into my eyes again,
and I struggle to breathe.
"You're disgusting," she says, her voice like acid.
"You don't deserve to live."
I can't fight her."You look horrible. You're not even human anymore."
I nodded again, holding back tears.
She smirked, laughing humourlessly.
"Go ahead- cry. I don't care. I'm concerned about your appearance, not your mental and emotional state."
I choked back a sob, trying not to succumb to her words.
"...You're pathetic. A waste of space. An annoyance that no one wants to live with."
A single tear rolled down my cheek silently,
And then another,
Until I was crying my eyes out,
My body shaking with each loud sob th
HerI want to hate her
She took you from me
My only, the person who mattered most to me
Snatched out of my life
I want to rip her to shreds
Drain the life from her like you stole the life from me
Write our initials in her blood
Laugh when I watch your heart shatter, like you did to me
Cruel, sick son of a bitch
But I know that she makes you happy
That she'll always come first
And she paints a smile on your face
I'm a liar.
You've never seemed more in pain that you have since I found out.
Knowing you didn't take a risk on me, but not knowing why.
Loving me more and more, but bound to her
I want to hate her
I really, really do.
SkyYour eyes are like a sky
The deepest, richest blue
Cloudless, perfect, a void of escape
Not a sea taht I could drown in
Resting my head on the crook of your neck
Breathing in clean air
Instead of a plague you are a cure
The sweetest antidote
This is a dream
Its unnatural-the way you make me feel
Is this a fantasy?
Or is it about to become my reality?
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