who are you when you let the things you fear fall away…
– butterflies rising
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Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
when you let your fear fall quiet…
who are you
when you put it all down
for just a moment?
when you let your fear fall quiet.
and you let your anxious heart settle.
and you let a little trust in.
and when you let your soul breathe…
and maybe even dream a little.
what if somewhere in the way that
all feels is who you really are.
and what if there is another life in it
you’re meant to find… one where
your breathing is allowed to be so easy
and the stars are allowed to be so close
and your heart is allowed to run so wild
and your dreams are allowed to burn so. bright.
what if somewhere in the way that
all feels is what it’s meant to be like.
what if… what could it all be like?
maybe let yourself feel it,
even if for just a moment; who you are
when you let all of your fears fall away.
– butterflies rising
Read More →what if there is a life…
what if
there is a life where
your breathing is
allowed to be so easy
and the stars are
allowed to be so close
and your heart is
allowed to run so wild
and your dreams are
allowed to burn so bright
…what if
– butterflies rising
Read More →when you let all of your fears fall away…
it’s in the way your perfect atoms find themselves falling into place…
…it’s in the way your perfect atoms find themselves falling into place as the beautiful universe that you are.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you cannot love yourself and apologize for who you are at the same time…
you cannot love yourself and apologize for
who you are at the same time… and you don’t need to say
“i’m sorry” for the way your perfect atoms find
themselves falling into place as the beautiful
universe that you are.
– butterflies rising
Read More →that moment right before something wild and beautiful is about to happen…
that moment right before something wild
and beautiful is about to happen…
it’s why that girl loves a drop… you get pulled into
that moment that holds your breath, and then the music
takes you over like you’re high on soul-driven adrenaline /
and that feeling right before a kiss… there’s that universe
that only the two of you exist in… and then the kiss takes
over your whole body like some kind of love-flavored
mescaline / it’s the let-go before the give-in / the suspension
before the collision / when we hand our head over to our
heart and let something made of magic find its way in
…she likes the way that feels… that moment right before
something wild and beautiful is about to happen.
– butterflies rising
– butterflies rising
Read More →something wild and beautiful could happen…
that moment right before something wild
and beautiful is about to happen…
it’s that moment in a song right before the drop…
you get pulled into the way it holds your breath, and then the
music takes over you like you’re high on soul-driven adrenaline /
or that feeling right before a kiss, there’s that universe that only
the two of you exist in… and then the kiss takes over your
whole body like some kind of love-flavored spark of heaven /
it’s the feeling of the let-go before the give-in / the suspension
right before the collision / it’s when we hand our head over
to our heart and let something made of magic find its way in
what if we could live our lives in more of that feeling, just
letting go of the need to control it all… maybe we could feel a
little more trust in the universe then… and maybe even
something wild and beautiful could happen.
– butterflies rising
– butterflies rising
Read More →i’ve got dreams… ones that are drenched in art and taste like adventure…
i’ve got dreams…
ones that are drenched in art
and taste like adventure…
ones that feel like
being kissed until my heart bursts…
ones that open up my whole soul
like a wildflower on fire.
– butterflies rising
Read More →little seeds, someday flowers… today i will be good to myself, and tomorrow maybe a little bit better…
little seeds, someday flowers…
today i will
be good to myself,
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… today i will be good to myself…
little seeds…
today i will
be good to myself,
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
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