Butterflies show what they want in order to blend in

They hide their true beauty within, only seen in flashes

Only when they feel safe enough to show their true selves

They carry something important to the survival of others

But hide for the survival of themselves

Every butterfly is different, never the exact same as a fellow

Their pattens might resemble another

They might even be categorized i...

Butterfly wings, a painted art,

Like human hearts, set far apart.

Some wings bright gold, a love so true,

Some eyes that flash, a changing view.

Stripes that clash, like words unkind,

Blues that fade, leaving trust behind.

Tattered wings, where love has flown,

Yet wings still rise, though seeds are sown.

Each pattern tells, a story deep,

Of how we love, and how we keep.

Wings of a butterfly, co...

Paper thin

daisy chained characters

hand in hand

and hanging out the washing.

Everything they have

Could be torn by a glance

and a strong breeze

blowing back an uncertain hairline

and suddenly years of love

is turned into a wandering thought

Scattered as the light

through a streaky window

it’s beautiful

But, it isn’t what it was.

Age makes them

strong like the monarch

But frail like it’s wing...

Symmetry’s balance on a monarchs gentle hue reflects the harmony that relationships hold true mutual respect, communications open door, a balanced bond where love & trust, forever roar.!...

Delicate wings, a fragile display,

Patterns of beauty in colors that play.

Each curve, each vein, a tale untold,

A story etched in crimson and gold.

Some are bold, with jagged lines,

A clash of shades, where chaos shines.

Like lovers who fight, yet cannot part,

Their discord the rhythm of one wild heart.

Others are soft, in hues that blend,

A quiet harmony, no need to pretend.

Like friendships t...

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...