Butterflies and Hurricanes

032: Exist

Move,

Feel,

Dance,

Sing,

Whatever you need,

To just be.

 

 

033: Hear

Fighting,

Not with each other.

To be heard,

Trust me,

It’s not that bad.

 

 

 

034: Answer

Answers fell,

But not upon my ear.

Silent or so I thought,

Still struggling to break the void.

Shattered and scattered,

They came.

Those answers,

They scream.

 

035: Choice

The contradiction of choice,

Stares out from the wall.

It hangs there,

Like portraits,

Reminders of the past.

The one you chose,

Left outside,

Picked up by the trash,

Now rots.

Sometimes in sorrow,

Praying most times not.

We have the choice,

And how cruel we are with it.

 

036: Raining

On raining days, I want to play.

Hair let down, running through the grass.

But the sun went home,

And left me alone.

And I had no one to play with.

 

037: Shiver

Sweaters, socks, and fire,

Make no difference to my spine.

The cold races down,

Even when the sun shines,

And I tremble,

Violently,

Before I whine.

Try and push it down,

No success,

Just have to let it go by.

 

038: Syd

He led me down the street,

Where he insisted,

I could meet,

The ideas that I’d kept fisted,

In my heart.

 

039: Letters

I’ve written letters,

That I never intended to send.

I’ve said words,

That should never be heard,

And I’ve cried tears,

Better left for shadows.

But those letters,

Words sealed and stamped,

Sit in their paper cages,

Cramped.

But the worst part is,

That I know you cannot hear me.

024: Colorless

The colors blend together,

Bleeding, seeping, swirling into sanity,

Masked by insecurity,

It all fades to black.

 

025: Free

Rather than rainbows,

Drifting across the ocean,

Accomplishment –

Floating in freedom.

 

 

026: Ouch

Painful, only when moving.

Sharp stabs and aches.

 

027: Anchor

Hold me,

Stay the course,

Know when to break.

Against the clouds and sea.

 

028: Block

It stared at me,

Loomed like the monster,

That lived in my closet,

And moved under my bed.

Growled at me,

Like the raging thunder,

And stood there,

Undefeated,

Wishing me dead.

 

029: Song

Rhythm beats against my feet,

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Lyrics scream into my ears,

But don’t make sense to me.

 

030: Future

Molding clay,

Paints and easels,

Pen and paper,

Shame my future,

Makes little difference to me.

 

031: Hold

My cold fingers search for somewhere,

Anywhere,

But I wish,

The same thing as always,

Just for your hands.

022: Want

What do I want outta life?

Want, my degree – finished and frame to put on that empty space on the wall.

Want to be finished with school, just be free.

Want what I’ve always wanted.

Be someone.

Not always so, Greedy.

Me? It seems to be.

Painful, those things I want,

Which express absolutely nothing of what I need.

023: Perfection

You’re perfect to me.

Not that I really know what that means.

But I smile just the same, laugh and deny it.

Too human, perhaps,

Just the right amount for me.

And I’d argue all day,

Flaws aside,

Blinded by love,

that you’re perfect to me.

018: Book

Folded shut, the spine sits silently. Patient.

 

019: Doubt

Light filtered through the doorway,

It forced darkness out, but insecurity lingered.

Shivered across the spine,

Race around, settled.

Lingered.

 

020: Adventure

Floating cities, kissing the skies.

Underwater adventure, clouding the eyes.

Love fluttering, saving lives.

 

021: Waking up

Light ducked into the room, dodging the curtains on guard. Slipped in, quiet unnoticed and danced across the eyelids. A huff off air followed a groan, and the blankets erupted in the cold morning air.

016: Dream

It faded,

Fluttered,

Shimmered out of grasp.

Reflective, too much like glass,

The horizon slipped away.

 

017: Tremble

The bones smashed together, trembling in the cold air. Silver rings slipped and clattered with a chink-a-cling against the tiled floor. Rolling away, then being chased by four legged creatures with nice winter coats. Deep and cold, down the spine, refuse to settle – back up again.