Butterflies
Butterflies in my stomach float up to my brain,
Outside of myself, I thought I was insane.
Then in no time at all the butterflies wane,
Four years ‘till insanity clears.
Loved typically by those with so much to gain,
As if it has power to subtract your pain.
But it’s pain that will haunt your final curtain
You won’t even notice [...]
Posted at 11:33 pm on August 17, 2008 | leave a comment | Filed Under: Poetry | Tagged: butterflies, Poetry, smoking | read on
The Jeweller
A young man darkened here today,
With sadness of the years he’d not.
An order made before, in May,
When news, and love, were yet to break.
Flashes! Glints! The sparkles sicken.
A withered rose is lost at sea:
With circles made for fake men’s fingers;
With cheating, hopeful brides to be.
Tainted symbol on display,
Bought in love. But that was May.
Appearing pure. [...]
Posted at 4:51 pm on August 14, 2008 | 3 comments | Filed Under: Poetry | Tagged: cheating, death, jeweller, love, Poetry, wedding ring | read on
