love like a wild rebellion
– butterflies rising
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he wanted me to believe…
he said,
close your eyes for just one moment
and imagine…
what if everything you fear is an illusion,
and all these things you dream
are what is real
he wanted me to believe in the universe
– butterflies rising
Read More →his words…
i just get
captured by his vocabulary…
and it isn’t in perfect grammar
or in fancy words,
but in how, and why, and when
he chooses words
there’s just something
in the moments, and in the places,
and in the because…
and it’s in this way that only he does
it feels like… fingerprints,
or just this little glimpse into how,
and why, and who he is.
– butterflies rising
Read More →fire and wild and art and love and sugar and soul….
passion. and vulnerability. fire and wild and art and love and sugar and soul….
passion.
and vulnerability.
fire and wild and art and love
and sugar and soul.
a pull towards the stars;
an ache to be more free…
to feel. so. alive.
with a need to feel things deeper
and sweeter and closer,
and a heart that changes shape
when something moves you.
it’s all so beautiful.
so let go of the ways this
world says you’re supposed to be
and feel all of the ways
that your soul is.
– butterflies rising
Read More →bite marks and body heat…
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…
love will always outnumber, overshadow and overcome….
revival…
hatred feels thick,
and noisy,
as if it imposes and takes up space.
but i have to believe it’s just the absence of things…
like an emptiness raging against itself.
that it’s no substance of power.
that it doesn’t get to make a permanent home here.
and that those who harbor it are surely not powerful,
and that they don’t control this space.
that love can always fill the air.
and if those who are hellbent on hate
won’t grow, or change,
that awakened voices will bring revival
to this place.
no matter how loud or heavy that
hatred can rage, i have to believe it hasn’t won…
and that love will always
outnumber, overshadow, and overcome.
– butterflies rising
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