you change the texture of my universe; how the light bends to be here, just falling all around you… you are like golden hour; it all glows different when you’re here.
– butterflies rising
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Tag: flowers & fire poetry
soulmate stardust…
soulmate stardust…
the universe puts
little bits of stardust in them;
memory dust… soul traces…
so we can know.
ones that say things like…
i remember you.
i’ve been looking for you.
i couldn’t come here and
not find you… i had to find you.
i am for you.
and when we’re near them,
they don’t have to say a thing;
we feel it in our senses…
we just know.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls…
where we are drawn and pulled. and when we are shifted and stirred. in what makes us feel. and feel alive. or feel understood, like outstretched hands and lifelines, like home. in our self-searching, where we feel soul memory. or in the inspiration touches and in what feels like free and brings us wide-lung breathing. and in our fire-catching and lightning-chasing, they meet us there with sparks. where we light-find and heart-reach or lose breath and dream wild… i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls.
– butterflies rising
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i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls
– butterflies rising
Read More →love is not a one- size-fits-all box we’re meant to fit into…
love languages…
blood + fire… the wild. the passionate.
the visceral things that burn in your veins,
that bite at your senses, that give you a pulse
sugar + flowers… the sweet. the soft.
the vulnerable things that tender the walls
and break your heart open
love + soul… the deep. the true. the heart.
the lungs. the breathing. the wings. the free…
the things you ache for… and the ones that ache back
magic + stars… the infinite. the destined.
the things you feel beyond words, beyond bodies,
beyond… before… after… always.
– butterflies rising
Read More →flower sun, fire moon… so beautifully wild…
under the sun
is where her flowers bloom,
under the moon
is where her fires burn,
out in the wild
is where her spirit breathes…
she’s meant to be wild,
so beautifully wild.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she wanders out in the flowers, in the wild…
she wanders
out in the flowers,
in the wild, where the breathing
is easy and free… because it’s where
the judgment goes quiet…
and everything beautiful is so untouched.
it’s just beautiful. and wild. and fearless.
and whether it grows into something more
or burns down and has to start again,
it just does… fearlessly.
beautifully. and wild.
so she wanders out where she
can learn to see herself that way;
to see herself in the way that she looks
at flowers… like she’s a beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
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let’s run free under starlight… restless for our dreams and full of wild defiance…
let’s run free under starlight…
restless for our dreams and full of
wild defiance
– butterflies rising
Read More →let’s run free under starlight… there are others like us out there… aching dreamers like you and me…
there are others like us
out there… aching dreamers
like you and me, who’ve been
told it’s too much…
we’ve been wrecked in our spirit.
but what if we could still believe in things.
beautiful things, untouchable things;
even the ones they told us not to.
what if we just chase them anyways.
i think we could touch them…
because i’ve got all this wildflower energy,
and i see your wildfires when you look at me,
and i love that way you smile like
wild defiance… i wanna bottle it up and
use it to fight off all my fears.
so let’s leave doubt where it came from,
and let’s run free under starlight,
and let’s believe. so. much. that we
just can’t be told different.
and then maybe… we could show the
others that there is still so much for
them to believe in too.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we’ll just run free under starlight, and we’ll believe. so. much…
let’s run free under starlight…
and we’ll leave all of our doubts behind us
where they came from,
and we’ll believe. so. much. that we just can’t
be told different… restless for our dreams
and full of wild defiance
– butterflies rising
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