poetry
in those eyes
and all that
beautiful madness
tangled in her
hair
– butterflies rising
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Tag: Madness
wolves and lovers…
wolves and lovers…
wolves and lovers,
restless and running wild,
we need more than an ordinary love
and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
craving. everything. from the soul-deep to
being tangled up in heartbeats and
bite marks and body heat…
driven by instincts and drunk on moonlight,
we need a life made of things
we can chew on,
and nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the blood in our veins
and 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 →this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire…
this love will touch.
taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the awakenings
will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.
and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →artists and lovers… maybe, you’ll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver…
artists and lovers...
maybe,
you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver…
but you’ll trade it for the dreams.
for the bleeding of the colors
and the escape from time.
and maybe the peace will take turns with the chaos,
but this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the art will breathe
and the awakenings will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.
and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →to the artists and lovers… maybe, you’ll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver
to the artists and lovers…
maybe you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver… but you’ll
trade it for the dreams and for the bleeding
of the colors and the escape from time,
and your soul will stir, and your heart will race,
and the art will breathe, and the awakenings
will come again and again and again…
– butterflies rising
Read More →the boys who bleed flowers and fire…
he’s got a little
mischief in his smile
and a little wild in his eyes,
but there’s bleeding in that heart
and a whole lot of passion in that soul,
and he doesn’t just make you feel things…
he lets himself feel it all too.
– the boys who bleed flowers and fire
– butterflies rising
Read More →even if it is madness to do so… i will look for you in every lifetime… until we finally stay…
even if it is
madness to do so,
i will let myself feel you.
and even if it is through madness
to find you… i will search for you.
and no matter how far
and wide we wander,
how. desperately. we lose our way,
i will look for you in every lifetime…
until we finally stay.
– butterflies rising
Read More →love languages (blood + sugar + love + magic)…
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 →destiny in those wild eyes…
destiny in those wild eyes – butterflies rising postcard prints…
the closest heartbeat…
sometimes,
we just can’t come close
and not get hurt.
this life, it can be so hard for lovers here.
our hearts hidden
in heavy human stories,
our hearts wrapped up
in so much hurt.
and you bruise each other at the touch.
and you both go a little mad along the way.
so what you feel…
it has to live somewhere in those soul places.
and how you love; it’s in distant heartbeats.
and how you hope, my god, how you hope
that maybe, just maybe, there is some other way,
in some softer place, in some kinder time
where you find a way to break. through.
and you can unbreak yourselves,
and unbreak your hearts,
and you can unfold into love,
and they can fall into you… and you can
feel them in the closest heartbeat.
– butterflies rising
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