The butterfly..

Let me tell you the story of the Butterfly lady.

She sits on her leaf pondering for a second. She picks herself up and moves on. She flutters her wings with colours so bright. She seeks her new flower while the sun beams his light. Blessed with honey all glittered in gold she can't help but have her lips caught on its taste. A wind picks up and blows her weak little legs right off that gentle petal and she is taken far far away.. Flight by flight, from day to the creeps of moonlight. She searches for her flower.. One that starts feeling like a dream. One that begins to look further and further away. She flies round in circles and yet it never leads her back to the golden taste of heaven. The winds are harsh, the place seems cursed. I'm repeating a song that tells me I'm mad but somehow I'm just lost and alone deep down inside. I'm caught between the flower and a dark place. My flower is slipping away but I remember its taste. I remember the soft petal.. I remember the feeling of home. But where? Where are you? I'm lost and searching and I'm running out of time.. I'm tired and my last little flutter has come around and there it is.. I will remember.. I will feel every last drop.. I miss it.. Flutter.. Flutter not..

The muse..

I am but a muse in this poet's dark nights. Only but a glimpse of an inspriration to spark a wonder of dark clouds. The bleeding shadow amidst the rays of the moonlight. Shake off this dying limb. Undig your nails from my frail skin. I have been but yours for all of my eternity and my nights have grown cold like the drops of rain. My heart has grown hard making itself strong but now its stopped beating and can no longer beat to my song. I have grown a shell with just me in it and the world stopped hurting for a whole joy of a minute. Be thou my shadow as I have been yours. I'd never wish that upon you for I and that endless torment have grown too fond. As the heavens look upon my tears, they see the world shiver in fear. Drop by drop the glass beads shatter. The ground is wet and the world seems better. Going about all of my mistakes I dream a dream and become a muse again.. Singing as your voice guides me through as the world is back in order and I am but yours to use. Then the day sinks in and I must wake up from the dream, i hop back into a distant echo of an angel's voice calling my name. As the sun rises higher in the sky the muse inside me dies.. The world seems quiet like nobody sees me. There are no more starlights to guide me. I am but my own and I am all I have until the moon comes and the shadow poet seeks me out and calls my name..

Fly on the wall..

The world is my stage. My playground.. I do all the crazy, all the safe. I do all the silly and I never wanna change. Now my place, my land has turned. Its become me and suddenly all is not right and safe. Once again the rails are gone and I'm left to climb the bars on my own. No safety net to catch me and no more hand to guide me through. This is all I asked for and yet I turn into the wallpaper by your wall. I become the wonder of colours that brighten up the room and yet thats all I will become. I will always be the paper that people leave behind. The one to colourful to bring outside. Like a bird in a cage waiting to sing for your return. Ready to flap my wings and yet I don't want you to open that cage door. I am asleep and all the lights are turned on. I am awake but my eyes are closed. The clouds above me are no more and yet I am darkness waiting to consume your world. Hold on tight because its going to be a long ride. I am my insanity and somehow the insanity isnt only on the inside. Why do you look past all that is seen on me? Why can't you see all the cuts and bruises I'm causing. One day you'll know and you'll love me less. One day I'll become your very own wallpaper, just like all the rest..

we've got tonight..

The nights are coming to past and all I think of is my truth. Spinned and twirled and now I'm still.. Water ripples are around me though I lie unmoved in the middle. Round and round the circles get bigger and yet, somehow.. Somehow I am searching. What made sense maybe doesn't so much anymore. A little sparrow's try and his own little first flight. I'm caught up in all the lights and glamour. Dazed by the glitter and all the shiny armour. Missing out on all the important things. I miss you.. I miss not caring about what things are going to be. I'm tired of worrying about whether or not things are meant to be. Maybe fairytales don't come true but then again this is more like reality. It doesn't seem like a fairytale.. Doesn't seem unreal.. The heartache is real, the crazy mistakes and thoughts are real.. The love is real.. The future is real. What more should a person look for? What more is there to ask. I'm in love with the risk of change and yet somehow I look forward to the change of heart. I don't understand me just as much as you. I don't know where the heck I'm headed to. All I know is I've got you tonight. I've got us and I've got all our crazy built up inside.