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...

Vibrant pinks and baby blues.

All have colors, but only some true.

Big doe eyes or razor sharp teeth.

One can be vile while the other is sweet.

Brown spots on wings to ward off intruders.

A facade of indifference to scare potential suitors.

Caterpillars form pupas to protect their change.

While humans set boundaries to do the same.

Wings of all sizes emerge from their havens.

People decide the...

beauty in someone

meets beauty in me

and we stop to stare

enamored then drawn

a heat underneath

and burning into my porch

no method to extinguish this fire

raging embers fly

and I drop to weep

this visit…

as every other visit I lay spent

like a smooth menthol after sex

I vanish...

Star patterns taking the sky

Floating around above us

Everyone is different

Even the ones we hate

All cut from the same cloth

With different artists

One with hearts

Geometric shapes

Stripes

Dots

All the same

But vastly different

Love is like a wing

Of a butterfly

Everyone loves different

Like me

Not one is the same

Loving multiple people

Loving what you need to to survive

Love exaggerated

Love h...

Woven intricately, the prodigious spider weaves a night through

Dawn peaks golden beams atop silver silky loops

Clementine sky fused with icy mountain blues.

Lemonade with key lime pie

Identical, no, far from

Stripes vertical, stripes horizontal

Similar, yes, close too, and so

Eternally fraternal the

First name maternal our

Surname fraternal

This is life to witness such sights

Comparison is beaut...

The various designs on a butterfly's wings can be likened to the challenges that life presents, causing colors to blend and shapes to form, much like the complexities of human relationships. Developing friendships takes time and effort, but as bonds are formed, patterns begin to emerge. Trust is essential in navigating life's patterns. Emerging from your cocoon and embracing your true colors is a ...