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Schmetterling

I don’t wanna know where your heart goes
I don’t wanna die out of your throes
I don’t wanna know where the wind blows…

~*~

She was an exquisite butterfly

Her fragile and delicate wings

Shimmering in pastel colours

As it catches against sunshine

And I’m the withered daffodil

That she’s fluttered away from

After sucking all the sweetness

From my once-blooming bones.

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Death is a Butterfly in a Mason Jar

For death is something

That cannot be caught in butterfly nets

And kept trapped in glass jars

Death cannot be locked by time alone

Its shadowy wings must flutter

Like ashes through smoke

And search for a breath to steal

As it cannot create its own, only pilfer

Death suckles on nectar tears

Sweet to its palate as it is bitter to mortals

Indulge in soft, exquisite decay

Within the lost garden of perennial grief

All before its delicate withering skin

Touches upon an unfortunate fragile falling chest

And suffocates it with gossamer light

Until ceases it to rise once more

Death is beauty and darkness intertwined

Like a balloon string entangled on a white rose stem

Or blood on a stained glass window

Not all can appreciate its grotesque sensibility

As they fear for their mortality

They simply fail to view past the thin veil

To reveal a nurturing, solitary entity

For death is lone, but it must never be lonely

A heart to bring, one soul to reap

For death must always carry one life

Before it takes away its own.

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Little Blue Butterfly

Little blue butterfly

Dancing in the pink skies

Past the green lands grassy

Aren’t you just very pretty?

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Little blue butterfly

Now don’t you dare cry

For beauty is your grace

Adding colour to our days

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Little blue butterfly

All you ever do is try

Flutter against the cold rain

Fight against the harsh pain

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Little blue butterfly

Why do you sadly sigh?

All the sweet nectar is gone

Chromatic flowers wilted on

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Little blue butterfly

Why do you still lie?

Try to exude hope as you fly

But truth is…

Don’t you just want to curl up and die?

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Crimson Butterflies

Fluttering like liquid ruby, their exquisite fragile wings

A lace of glimmers as they rush along, weaving tales, spinning

Amongst the trail of stars and abstract purple fleur-de-lis

Not at all lost, but wandering; uncurious, but wondering

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These abstruse monarchial creatures set my soul in sole volition

When I’m torn between rebuilding hope and complete demolition

For who’d paint such a bold daring colour of danger and bloody ties

On the aesthetic likes of a delicate, innocent, little butterfly?

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Standing beneath the skies dominated by a void of deepest onyx

With only scarlet specks to lead me on a life to desecrate and fix

These kaleidoscope of crimson butterflies will surely set me apart

I can only hope that one of them chances to land in my heart.

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It’s Never Over

Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say
What is lost can never be saved…

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REALITY STAGE PLAY

Crafty pickpockets and sickly grey puppets

Thieving rats scuttling around the broken set

Lose your depleted wallet, cause a huge racket, try to defend

Get beaten up, the curtain drops, but the show never really ends.

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DEAR CHARLOTTE

Writing sweet letters to his dearest Charlotte

Never once discovering that she was a closet harlot

And whispering false promises in desperation to another John

Burning useless money for the company of anyone.

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EXTINGUISHED HOPE

Her child cries wild, his stomach screaming of hunger

As she struggles to balance on the bridge they live under

Cradling him, saying promises, singing a lullaby to soothe

Even though the stars had already gone out in her universe.

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PARASITE FARM

Germs of society, no one is safe from harm

A ground full of bloated worms, a parasitic farm

Bacteria masticating away at the resources like a rabid pig

Eating at the core of the world in their frenzy of greed.

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BUTTERFLY WINGS

Living in a crimson world dominated by guns

Where the criminals are free and the innocents run

And all a child could do is attach butterfly wings to a bullet

A last-minute innocence before they get murdered by it.

~*~

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Daddy’s Little Girl

“Make daddy proud, honey.”

You once remarked to me

As you bounced me upon your strong knee

And I laughed and squealed with utmost glee

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“Yes daddy deaw, I make you pwoud of me, pwomise!”

I replied, a toothless grin, r’s left unpronounced

A silly promise, a random bright day

But little did I know that those words will always stay

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And your little butterfly did grow up soon

But on the way, something went wrong

Her metamorphosis distorted her inside her cocoon

And she came out with a different song

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Dark on the outside, dark in her thoughts

She thought herself ugly, she thought herself a moth

Gave in to bad influence, destroyed her wings

Bled herself dry and now hardly sings

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“Make daddy proud”

And I know you were crestfallen

To see your little princess turn around

And grow up to be this horrible person

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And you were there daddy, you watched me turn

You watched me hurt, you watched me burn

And Heaven knows how you tried to help, father

But I thought you were just being a bother

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You know your little girl was gone

It’s faded away, all the brightness of her sun

What’s even worse is that when you tried to give her light

All she did was shun you, ignore you with all her might

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And I know that even though you acted so strong

It slowly killed your heart and soul inside

The failure of a girl with a life so wrong

And you couldn’t help her, lest you tried

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So, are you proud of me now, dad?

Or just plain disappointed?

Are you angry? Steamed? Very mad?

Or simply heavily discontented?

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I’ve changed again now, and this time grew up right

And off it went, the fog that clouded my sight

I want to see you again, be able to go back to our happy date

But now I know that it’s…it’s too late

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I’m very sorry daddy, I know I dashed your dreams

And you’re not the one to blame, it’s my fault that I’m like this

But even though I didn’t keep my promise, there’s always one thing that’s true

I love you so, so much dad, because you made me very proud of you.

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