i’ve had poems pull me out from the darkest places
i’ve ever been in. like scripture.
and music… i could probably write an entire book
just about the ways that music has shifted me
and changed me and moved me and saved me.
like gospel.
so when i say that “poetry is my scripture” and
“music is my gospel,” i am saying that there are
poems and songs that are carrying my soul
from one breath to the next in this life.
– butterflies rising
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there is too much fire and passion and magic and art and love in you for you to not let it all be who and what you are.
– butterflies rising
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there is too much beautiful in you
for you to not let beautiful be
who and what you are
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playlist in the background, stars outside
the windows… let’s just drive.
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from over here,
love looks so sweet.
but… so. terrifying.
because i don’t yet know how.
how to be so close to someone and not
crumble into a wild mess of love
where i lose me.
the last time i got close…
my god, how i lost me.
so much that i could barely feel me. or hear me.
and it’s the deepest ache i’ve ever known
when i can’t feel me.
so i’m still learning… how not to dim
and quiet and run and hide and tame me.
how to hold my own fire even when
my heart catches fire.
how to hold on so tight to my own depths
that even when i’m tangled deep in you…
i’m still always mine…
and i’m still learning how to be mine.
– butterflies rising
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the in-between…
sometimes a soul
needs a growing space,
a before space or an in-between
to go within…
but you can’t ask someone
to be a forever waiting for you
if you’re trying to fill
that in-between space with
other temporary faces
patience with a soul searching and pain from
an ego seeking… it’s not the same thing.
– butterflies rising
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the way he is
so sure within himself,
he never needs to make
me feel unsure…
it’s beautiful the way a man’s foundation
can let your heart call him home
– butterflies rising
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let me learn how to hold my own fire before
you ask my heart to catch fire for you.
– butterflies rising
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