Her hair is fire
Her face the summer sun
Warmth to the world
But scalding to one
Her eyes are ebony
With a seldom shine
That awaken tremors in
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Hey Butterfly, I know
You’re in the middle of something,
being stuck on the verge
hidden between the lines of dilemma.
I am not tired of waiting
I had the bricks of emotions,
and the sand of long lasting memories.
I have built a wall I cannot climb over
Trapping me inside, can’t even escape.
You know? being a flower
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When I indulge with them, I exhaust myself.
If I stay alone with me, I grow gloomy and depressed.
When I love, I hurt both of us.
When I think of loving myself,
I find me inadequate, flawed and imperfect.
And I grow self-doubt.
When I flaunt and show off
I am filled with a deep "Guilt of arrogance".
When I try to be humble and nobody,
I hurt my self-esteem and feel exploited.
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Deep in red,
Lady bleeds,
Heat blotted,
Blowing gusts.
Apple to pale,
Gushing wind,
Tides change,
Toys drowned.
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& my gob only begs for a passage
through your half-opened heart
but now, i am stuck — plunged into
a journey of dilemma.
why? i am left with a hole
which sits the middle of my chest.
my liver bleeds, white blood gushing
from your painful hook.
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& my gob only begs for a passage
through your half-opened heart
but now, i am stuck — plunged into
a journey of dilemma.
why? i am left with a hole
which sits the middle of my chest.
my liver bleeds, white blood gushing
from your painful hook.
......
Deep in red,
Lady bleeds,
Heat blotted,
Blowing gusts.
Apple to pale,
Gushing wind,
Tides change,
Toys drowned.
......
When I indulge with them, I exhaust myself.
If I stay alone with me, I grow gloomy and depressed.
When I love, I hurt both of us.
When I think of loving myself,
I find me inadequate, flawed and imperfect.
And I grow self-doubt.
When I flaunt and show off
I am filled with a deep "Guilt of arrogance".
When I try to be humble and nobody,
I hurt my self-esteem and feel exploited.
......
Hey Butterfly, I know
You’re in the middle of something,
being stuck on the verge
hidden between the lines of dilemma.
I am not tired of waiting
I had the bricks of emotions,
and the sand of long lasting memories.
I have built a wall I cannot climb over
Trapping me inside, can’t even escape.
You know? being a flower
......
Where there once was order, now chaos again reigns.
How feeble is life when confronted by the question of mortality?
Thoughts and ideas float like globules in the serene liquid that is our existence,
however, as the clear blue water is bleached by reality,
the contents of our active mind is dissolved into the ether.
Upon entering the domain of our unconsciousness,
these sparks of creativity seep into the realm of the physical,
and take form as glimpses of what might be, or what might have been.
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