…the way a southern girl says her vowels, like the words are dipped in honey butter.
– butterflies rising
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Category: flowers & fire
Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
the wild wreckage…
i take it all in so deeply.
and maybe i feel it a little too raw.
and a little too tender.
and when i need to let it go,
maybe my heart strangleholds it
a little too tight.
and for a little too long.
but the way i feel it when i feel it…
i touch. and i taste. and i feel. fire.
and i shift in my existence,
and the stardust burns into my skin.
so i try to be gentle with it…
with all that wild wreckage that i
barely recover from.
because there’s magic in it.
and evolution in me from it.
and because i love like an awakening
and i know what it’s like to trace a soul
in my fingertips.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the woman we each want to be…
the way another woman
unfolds into her own space… is her way.
and the way you unfold into your
own space… is yours.
there is nothing about holding another
woman back or tearing another woman down
that will ever set you free.
our journeys are unique and intimate…
and our freedom comes from turning inward
and putting our energy into the woman
we each want to be.
– butterflies rising
Read More →when you let it all spill out of you….
if you are someone like me,
who has struggled to find and use
your voice in this life, be gentle with
yourself as you find it. but also know…
what you think. and feel. and believe.
and have to say,
however you find your own way to say it…
it matters.
and it’s beautiful when you let your
heart spill out of you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →cherry lip gloss stain: the slow goodnight…
my cherry lip gloss stain on your cheek…
and how you gripped to keep the car door closed
as if you were afraid opening it would mean
everything we felt in that moment would fall out
never again to be contained
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love that way you smile like wild defiance…
i love that way you smile like wild defiance…
i wanna bottle it up and use it to
fight off all my fears
– butterflies rising
Read More →kiss, for hours…
we could just kiss, for hours…
like it’s everything. like it’s art.
– butterflies rising
Read More →to let beautiful be meant for me…
…i’m still learning how to hear the word beautiful and let it be meant for me
– butterflies rising
Read More →she makes life poetry…
him, because he makes life poetry…
him, because he makes life poetry… he turns every bit of it into art
– butterflies rising
Read More →you’re cute, but, i want to know your soul aesthetic….
ok, you’re cute, but,
i want to know your soul aesthetic…
so tell me the poetry you read and the song
you fall asleep with… all the art, the words,
the songs that shift you. this is what i want
to know. this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
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