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Those Lips

23 Monday Mar 2015

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Those lips
I’ve sat here
Trying…
Trying to write
A poem
About
Those lips
But nothing
Seems right
Nothing
Seems to capture
Those lips
And after
Hours of dwelling
Imagining
Savoring thoughts
Of those lips
All I’ve
Come up with
Is those
Fucking lips

Fading Out

22 Sunday Mar 2015

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dark, Poetry

I don’t know
If the world
Is pushing
Or if I am
Pulling away
But I can feel
Myself detaching
Darkness
Slipping in
Light
Fading out
And I’m not sure
If I want to fight it
Or embrace it

The Exception

19 Thursday Mar 2015

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You close your eyes
And sometimes
You’re lucky
And see
Beautiful things
  like her
But that’s
The exception
And not the rule
Usually
You see demons
From your past
Bringing memories
That will never
Wipe away

Love Affair

17 Tuesday Mar 2015

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Poetry, romance, tragedy

There’s romance
In the way the ocean
Constantly reaches
For the moon
It’s tide
Always pulling

There’s tragedy
In the way
The ocean
Will never
Get to touch
The moon

Screams From the Room

17 Tuesday Mar 2015

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nightmare, Poetry

Screams
From the dark
And dusty room
Not mine this time
But I’m trapped
Can’t help
Screaming my name
Everyone’s name
Anyone’s name
That will listen
But I’m the only one
That hears the scream
And I can do nothing

Open my eyes
Breathe
The nightmares over
For now
But…
I can still hear
Her screams

Sorry

16 Monday Mar 2015

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I am sorry
That I disappointed you
That I was not
The person you needed
Me to be
And I am sorry
That I left you
With more scars
Then you had
When we met
But most of all
I’m just sorry
And that sorry
Will never be enough

Parchment Skin

16 Monday Mar 2015

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Death, Poetry

I remember
In the hospital
Those last few days
Her skin
Almost translucent
Like wax paper
I was terrified
My touch
Would hurt her
That her skin
Would pull away
But it didn’t
In some way
It was
The only thing left
She could feel
And so I sat
My hand
On her parchment skin
As her light
Slowly faded
I had disappointed
Her in life
But I would comfort
Her in death

Mouth Full of Butterflies

14 Saturday Mar 2015

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Poetry, strength

She was strong
When what
She really wanted
Was to be delicate
Like a butterfly

And so that’s
What she let
The world see
A delicate butterfly

But the world
Had taught
Her lessons
She never wanted
To learn

It was no place
For delicate butterflies

And so
She would teach
The world
Her time
For delicate
Was over

She was now
A strong
Beautiful dragon
With a bloody mouth
Full of butterflies

Epilogue
Over the years I’ve had many dreams and nightmares about dragons eating butterflies. I have no idea what it means, but the imagery is always vivid. And when an amazing Twitter account that I follow changed her avi to a picture of a woman with a bloody butterfly in her mouth, it immediately caused a visceral reaction, and I was compelled to write this, with her permission.

Thank you @CrystalsChaotic for the inspiration and letting me write about it.

For those curious, here are the links to a couple of older butterfly related tweets that her avi reminded me of. Almost a year later they are still among my favorite.

I dreamt
of butterflies bleeding
Of life
slowly receding
A dream
that turned red
And soon
everything was dead

— Angry Memories (@angrymemorys) April 27, 2014

I sometimes dream
of bleeding butterflies
Being eaten
by dragons
The butterflies cry
and some even scream
soft little screams

— Angry Memories (@angrymemorys) April 29, 2014

Hardened

12 Thursday Mar 2015

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It hasn’t happened often
But once in a while
I forget who I am
And let someone in
Just far enough
To break my heart

Each time I tell myself
I’ll never let it happen again
With each lesson learned
My armor strengthens
I hope it’s hard enough
To not let it happen again

Just Beacause

11 Wednesday Mar 2015

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lost love, Poetry

Just because
My words seem
Like they haven’t
Moved on
Doesn’t mean
My heart hasn’t

Just because
My heart
Has moved on
Doesn’t mean
It doesn’t slide back
Once in a while.

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