Is it all beauty? Are we all angels?

or is it just call of duty to our primal selves,

Let’s compete, beat, eat and make sure we’re top dog on the street.

Thats nature after all.

Adam and Eve after the fall

Cast out,no hope, no vision

All our progress an illusion

Get back to the garden? ha!

We have to give ourselves the pardon

Let go, understand it’s all ok

Man’s tapestry is just as fine

As a b...

What is your identity without someone to love?

Someone to think about.

To talk about.

What is your identity without an illness?

A definite symptoms list that describes everything we do wrong.

Excusing the behavior you don't understand.

If that is true, we might all be infected

Like a butterfly’s wings, they are beautiful in nature.

To the outside world their wings are art.

To them their wings are...

NOT A STORY OR POME SORRY

Happy thanksgiving everyone I hope you had lots to be thankful for this year

I am happy to announce that Revenge part 1 is finished now I just have to edit it ( I hate the editing part)

Well happy writing and read and God bless you all 🖤💜...

Red, blue

Purple and green

These and more

Are the colors I see

Your wings are like a kaleidoscope

Beautiful and full of glamour

Yet they tend to just remind me

Of how easily we shatter

When I look at you

You remind me of…

Of…

Well I don’t know

You are like a gun shot to the head

Startling and sudden

And yet not unexpected

Just like the patterns

In those gorgeous wings

Human emotions

Are a...

His wings were perfect and vibrant.

While hers were tattered from the last one.

But instead of healing her wings and taking care of them.

Her took pleasure in beating them black and blue.

Took pleasure in cheating and making her sob too.

After a while he left, and left her broken again.

She became more and more tattered throughout the days.

Until she met the next one.

His wings had been healed, ba...

my wings help me soar

my wings keep me up

but my wings can be a burden

my wings are gorgeous

my wings are dazzling

but my wings can be unappealing

the wing called george

george is bouncy and powerful

george is colorful, never dull

george is heavy and finnicky

george is unstable and easy to sprain

the wing called chris

chris is strong and reliable

chris is fun and easy, flowy

chris is ha...

They’d have you think

we’re simple,

diluted and disillusioned,

eluding fierce allusions,

visions of grandeur

etched, in seconds,

into the wings of a butterfly.

We’re taught to follow patterns,

and patterned to follow.

Her wings shame Gogh,

humble Dali,

confuse her predatory world,

lift her into the air,

then ask her,

“Would cruel nature

truly select beauty?”

The butterfly shrugs

with great p...

In gardens where the butterflies dance,

Wings adorned in intricate chance,

A tapestry of colors bright,

Mirrors the heart’s own tangled flight.

Each pattern tells a story spun,

Of whispers shared, of battles won.

Spots like secrets, bold and deep,

Stripes of trust in shadows creep.

Some wings are fierce, with edges sharp,

Echoing love’s often tumultuous arc.

Others, soft with...

For a second I thought

We were the same.

For a second I compared

Myself to you.

In the third second

There is our love....

I’ve always been fascinated by monarchs,

How the seem to glide effortlessly in the wind,

How the lines on their wings is like paint on a canvas,

Sometimes I wish I was a butterfly,

I could soar instead of fall,

I could be admired instead of tired,

But I’m not a butterfly,

I’m me,

And the lines on my thighs aren’t like paint on a canvas,

Their like crinkles on a paper,

No one wants to write on a cr...