Alice often get comments on her visual beauty. Long curly hair with hues of red and blonde in the sun, she was quite lucky to have very authentic and unique features. But sometimes, she wished the world saw more than what meets the eye. She considers herself skilled in art, with painting being her favorite. She can express herself in a way without words, she can say a million things in just one of...

Don’t sugarcoat it
I am what I am
Still, I won’t quit
The Lion and the Lamb

Died for me
He really did
Hard to believe
When I was off-grid

My heart remained His
There’s no hiding
Just the way it is
In Him, I’m abiding

I’m a moth, deal with it
Never will be a butterfly
Still, I won’t quit
As I continue to testify...

I am not a butterfly, I am a moth.

I am ignored until I am needed

I am only called when you’re sad,

I am only there when you want me to be,

I am not a butterfly, I am a moth,

I am not beautiful, I am not ugly,

I am not special, I am not basic,

I am not perfect, I am not extremely flawed.

I am not a butterfly, I am a moth,

I am ignored,

I am not the first choice,

I am just

A simple moth...

I am not a butterfly, I am a moth.

Drawn to the light all the same,

But meant to remain in just one spot.

I am not dazzled in beauty to adore,

Just shades unrecognizable

And nothing much more....

In the quiet of the night, I flutter,

Aimlessly, unacknowledged.

My wings, a dusty canvas,

Not graced with vibrant hues,

Nor daylight's embrace.

The butterfly, adorned,

In beauty, Wild and free –

The creature

That I will never be.

For I am just a moth,

Drawn to a world,

That doesn't see my face,

I am the avoided,

A hollow echo,

In a world of light.

As I dance alone in the dark,

The flames…

Th...

She never liked bugs,

They crawl and fly and squirm.

They get under rugs,

But she is quite fond of worms.

One day she met this boy,

Who liked such creatures.

He looked at them with joy,

His reactions ignited his features.

She told him once that he reminded her of a butterfly,

He said ”I’m not a butterfly, I’m a moth.”

And that made her reply,

“As a butterfly, you’d be better off.”

But why would...

I am unique most indifferent a seperate entity and culture. I am out at night attracted to the light of darkness. My colours are molted not beautiful with spread out wings I collect solar energy and warmth from the flouresent light on a moon lit sky. I am a moth not a butterfly....

She is the light

When she spread her wings

And takes flight

She is the high test scores

The first place medals belong to her

Above the rest is where she soars

I am… something

She is beautiful

I am the neck you want to wring

She sings

I barely even

Speak

She flys

While I’m

Dying

She is colorful

perfect

I don’t deserve her

I hate her

She is so special

And I’ll never express my fury

I want t...

This is for The Fight series I’m writing, I need three new characters, bad guys! One stays bad, one turns good. Any gender, doesn’t matter, just GIVE THEM TO ME I WANNA FINISH THIS WRITING 🥲😅 that sounds demanding, oops.

Same setup as last time, and it will be a surprise on who turns good. But you can say what you want.

-Same rules, must be following each other ✨

-Only do it if you actually ...

Butterflies are majestic creatures

So many people love them

They stand out

Each one unique

Yet no one cares about there differences

They are still beautiful

Sometimes I wish I was a butterfly

But I am a moth

I fade away in a crowd

I don’t stand out

I’m unique

Yet everyone points out my differences

I’m still beautiful

Just not like a butterfly

But if you really think about it

Moths

And bu...