…that soft, slow “baby” late at night
– butterflies rising
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Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
i don’t know any other way…
and maybe it’s just
too vulnerable a thing…
this ache to feel it all so deep,
to break myself so open,
to feel it all so sweet,
and to crave the wildest ways
that it can burn,
to let it make me such a mess and
bring me to such an edge,
to let all be such an
untamed. passionate thing.
maybe none of this is the safest way to love…
but i don’t know any other way.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the beautiful universe of you: the remix…
the universe
burst stars open
and let the pieces fall
and they settled into a shape
and it was given your name
and your heart was placed inside
with all your magic buried in it
with moondust on the edges
and all your flowers planted with it
and this is you…
this is all inside of you.
so how could anyone ever look at you
and not be breathtakingly fascinated
by the wonder of it all…
it’s in the way your perfect atoms
find themselves falling into place as the
beautiful universe that you are.
– butterflies rising
Read More →drip myself in wild creativity…
you are worthy of all this…
i want…
to search. and stretch.
and grow. and glow.
and drip myself in
wild creativity,
and burn and breathe at once
in this skin. in these lungs.
wings untethered,
under the moon,
into the sky,
and to dream big and bigger
and biggest,
and to feel free in here…
inside my anxious chest.
to just. feel. free.
and to have the universe
say… yes, you are worthy of all this.
– butterflies rising
Read More →let’s lose ourselves in wild creativity…
meet me where we can lose ourselves in the wild and feel it all…
meet me where we can lose ourselves in the wild and feel it all… burn and breathe at once in our skin. out of our lungs. pouring the aches from our chests, with our wings wide open.
– butterflies rising
Read More →little seeds, someday flowers: version 2…
little seeds, someday flowers…
today i will
be good to me,
and tomorrow maybe
a little bit better,
until being good to me
is a little easier,
and maybe even someday
not so hard at all.
maybe these are just little seeds
but i’ll keep giving them
touches of sunlight…
just a little hope here
and a little grace there
and a little more light in those
places holding all the fear,
and then maybe all these little seeds
just might grow until someday they
become flowers…
and then i will be made of flowers.
– butterflies rising
Read More →little seeds: version 2…
little seeds…
today i will
be good to me,
and tomorrow maybe
a little bit better,
until being good to me
is a little easier,
and maybe even someday
not so hard at all.
– butterflies rising
Read More →overapologies…
i know that i will never, ever be able to love myself if i keep apologizing for how other people have decided to feel about me.
– butterflies rising
Read More →there are things i am learning not to apologize for…
there are things
i am learning not to apologize for…
– the way i express myself
– the way i am discovering myself
and growing into myself
– the way i take up my own space…
the space that is meant for me
– the things someone else may not like about me
but that i like about me
…because none of these things are anything wrong
with me. they are things that are right in me. and those
are things i should never have to be sorry for.
– butterflies rising
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