…tangled up in heartbeats and
bite marks and body heat
– butterflies rising
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Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
heartbeats and bite marks and body heat…
you and i,
we get restless, and we run wild,
and we need more than
an ordinary love and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
we crave everything. from the soul-deep
to being tangled up in heartbeats
and bite marks and body heat;
we’re driven by our instincts,
and we get drunk on moonlight,
and god, how we need a life made of
things we can chew on,
and we need nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the passion in our chests like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we burn, we run, we love…
little serendipities…
love will always outnumber, overshadow and overcome….
whitman for my infinity…
i need Whitman for my infinity,
but a lil’ Drake can get me through
the temporary
– butterflies rising
Read More →roots…
the forgiveness
i owe isn’t to you…
it’s to myself.
for forgetting my worth.
for letting you unearth me
from these roots.
for letting you pull me
from my truth.
– butterflies rising
Read More →disparity…
he said, i don’t believe in dreams,
at least not mine
she said, well i don’t believe that love
should just be passing time
i need to believe in dreams,
especially mine
his apathy, her effervescence
they were never the same kind
– butterflies rising
Read More →directions: the remix…
Directions…
a southern girl with a restless soul,
she took a journey west to help her grow,
and then she chased the eastern sun
to give her faith,
and she let the northern lights
guide her way
…home.
– butterflies rising
Read More →your clever words…
if only my angels had been like hurricanes
powerful, and relentless enough to consume the pain
and the world around me,
but your demons had the upper hand
and if you simply took my hand, i followed you anywhere it hurt
if you just dressed it up in clever words, whatever worked
to pull me into your sibylline world
and to make me think that you really meant it
and that you’d never said it
not to the girl before
or to the girl who was with you that night
while you promised it was safe to sleep tight
– butterflies rising
Read More →when the hurt became too much…
the way i used to bite down into your chest when it got to be a little too much… that’s how i had to chew you out of my heart when the hurt became too much.
– butterflies rising
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