Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
i hope
you can hear this…
when your soul is suffocating
from all the things you just. can’t. say.
as they chew at your chest,
and you ache and crumble
until you become nothing
but mess and madness
gutted. on the floor.
and in the dark. and it’s so. dark.
that even the moon hides and the stars
go quiet and anything that ever
sounded like a way out just. goes. quiet.
i hope you hear this… it’s been so. damn. hard.
but you’ve been so brave.
– butterflies rising
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come dance
with my wildness
and play in
my beautiful mess
and drip wild poetry
on my lips when
we kiss.
– butterflies rising
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dear broken people…
please stop disturbing people
who are working on themselves
and starting to heal
if you’re just going there to break
them again or to try to make them do
your work for you too
– arbitration
– butterflies rising
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if it needs you small, don’t let it hold you anymore.
don’t let anything that needs you ordinary
tame you ever again.
– butterflies rising
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she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that
sweet soul sugar
making your heart. beat.
and your skin cells rise,
she’s wild butterflies,
and the way she looks at you
under a wild moon
making your pulse move,
her beautiful chaos
asking you to dig deep
into that passion in your bones
and bleed out all those beautiful things
that your own wildfires hold.
– butterflies rising
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let me learn how to hold my own fire before
you ask my heart to catch fire for you.
– butterflies rising
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there is nothing about the way another woman unfolds into her own space that takes away from the way you can unfold into yours. you don’t need to try to dim any other woman’s brightness or put out any other woman’s fire; you only need to look inside and light up your own.
– butterflies rising
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i feel you
at 3am when
my heart is too restless.
when my. heart. feels…
like life has to hold more than this.
it has to. because i feel you.
in ways i don’t understand
but, somehow… understand.
like some sort of north light,
or that fallen star at 11:11
when i wish,
when i breathe in
and it feels like light,
when i breathe out
and all the heavy i’ve ever known just… fades.
all these little ways that i. feel. you.
and you’re not here.
but you’re everywhere.
you’re in everything.
– butterflies rising
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