Poem #52: Chaos
_chaos_ butterflies are floating in the dust cringing away from all the pain lying in the dark and lust now all the pleasure must remain sometimes waiting is unfair sleeping in with rocks and hell fires swallowing all the air all purposes in
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He feels his heart sigh, and a second hopeful thought that maybe these could be written about him, fills his stomach with butterflies. has this been love, the entire time?
My Dearest Mother
This day is meant to cherish you like the butterfly you are. this day i present this gift to you that will never be on par, with every deed you've done for us and how i truely feel.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 72
Swarms of butterflies flew into the sky in a panic as the crack grew wider and wider, opening up like a pitch black mouth, making a sound like a thousand blasts of thunder beneath their feet.
One life, One death
He stepped outside when he saw a small black butterfly fly gracefully by and as if in slow motion he watched it fly by.
Lion King III: The Pridelands Reborn: Chapter IX
He let me up, and i immediately started chasing a butterfly that happened to be roaming around my head. "are you even listening to me?" he said. "but daddy, i-" he cut me off.
lief blozende Wolf - sweet blushing wolf
Because that person caused butterflies, and that's all you need. i'm writing with tears, of excitement and fright. because my emotions have gotten, me sick of worries tonight.
Slow down
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight, or gazed at the sun fading into the night? you better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last. do you run through each day on the fly, when you ask "how are you?"
Clipped Winged Crow
. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ i've got a crow sitting on my window tapping, begging to be let in so many treat him like an angel and, god, hes a beautiful sin i've got a spider in my garden trapping butterflies
With The Flow
Among bugs, butterflies passed much better than spiders, but anything with extra limbs aroused suspicion. who could use this many limbs for an honest purpose, people wondered? so mano feared people, and knew that people feared her.
THE BODY AS ITS OWN HOSTAGE
I feel only talons that rake my ribs, the butterflies beating between my shoulder blades, the bouquet of teeth blossoming beneath my hips. my body its killer and hostage, but the doctor asks: "are you sure it's not stress?
The Last Tale- Chapter Two
Try as i might, however, the butterflies had started dancing in my stomach.