that wild in your heart,
those flowers in your chest,
and the fire in your blood
– butterflies rising
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she looks at her like she’s a beautiful wildness on fire….
he looks at him like he’s a beautiful wildness on fire…
she looks at him like he’s a beautiful wildness on fire…
like she’s a beautiful wildness on fire….
he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
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poetry is my scripture…
poetry is my scripture,
music is my gospel,
empathy and kindness are my witness,
creativity and love are my worship
– butterflies rising
Read More →things of my everything…
i’ve never needed
for a dress or a ring,
but a hand held,
a promise kept,
a heartbeat felt,
a soul seen…
those are the things of
my everything
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think it’s a good thing, how we can struggle in such desperation…
A Good Thing…
i think it’s a good thing,
how we can struggle in such desperation
for clarity and still never find a way to make
any sense of how they treated us…
i think it means we’re just not capable of
that same cruelty within ourselves.
and i think that’s a really good thing.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the turning point…
The Turning Point…
let go your fear
as it falls
beautiful, be still
this untangling of it all
let your bones fill with might
let your lungs fill with free
don’t look back.
– butterflies rising
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