Seven Ways Of Looking At Butterflies

I. A simple reminder that even the little things in life

   can be so amazing.

II. Unnoticed by many,

    they'll soar and personify innocence.

    You are beautiful.

III. Always staying so astounding.

     When it gets cold, they don't die out.

     They move on-

     flying away to a better tomorrow.

IV. An open window in a hospital,

      landing on your bedside

      performing a miracle,

      a smile.

      Don't give up just yet.

V.  A symbol of peace

     gliding over a battlefield.

     making a gentle,

     but noticeable

     landing on a nearby rock.

    People finally stop and think.

VI. A silent notion

      overwhelming my stomach.

      Perfect was impossible,

      before you.

VII. Independence at best,

       they'll set out on their own journeys

       never relying on a single being.

       Brave and strong,

       following their dreams.

Seven Ways Of Looking At Snow

I. They'll fall swiftly, softly
    like kisses from the heavens.
    Let them take you in and teach you
    to embrace even the smallest things.

II. Cold as the devil's soul
     touching your face and
     calling you inside even deeper
     then before.

III. Your footsteps will pronounce visible
      for everyone to see.
      Choices that cannot be undone-
      But time will come,
      and second chances will cover up
      unforgotten mistakes.

IV. Mother Nature helps make time
      in hectic lives,
      leaving you encaged in your own home,
      left with nothing but everything you need.

V. Unsurity.
     Where to go and who to be.
     Overwhelming anxiety.
     It will snow hard, blocking your own vision.
     How to move forward, you do not know-
     you don't need to know.
     Tomorrow doesn't matter right now,
     today does.

VI. Millions of diverse faces,
      lifestyles,
      relationships,
      beliefs.
      Just like snowflakes,
      not one the same.

VII. Imprints decorate the barren wasteland-
       all so different.
       Special, even.
       Angels don't only exist in heaven.
      

I'm guessing you wanted my heart

I’m guessing you wanted my heart.

Well here, take it.

Keep it close,

a close reminder.

Maybe of the days I spent holding your hand,

resting by your side

kissing your lips.

Or of the nights we’d spend,

talking,

laughing,

and devoting the diminutive time we had

until we’d rest our heads and finally breathe again.

Let it remind you of the trust I had in you,

the moments I dedicated to your needs,

the faith I put in you,

and the love I traded you. 

Do you still want my heart,

knowing its lifeless and misunderstood?

Lay it on your dresser,

sit it on the kitchen counter,

carry it in your back pocket,

hang it on your wall.

It may be broken and ugly now,

but let it remind you of why it is.

Let it ask you why you played with it,

or fed it lies.

Why you kept it close, while keeping another’s closer.

Piece it together and keep it as a whole,

let it fill you to the brim,

in weakness,

temptation,

guilt.

Let it take you back to happiness.

Let it move you forward to rejection.

Allow it to take everything that you know and love,

dangle it before you, then shatter it to millions.

One by one-

put it back together.

Why are you crying?

It’s scary isn’t it.

Let it remind you of how it would be if you stayed faithful.

You hesitated.

I’ll take my heart back now.

Haikus (5-7-5)

Simplify someone
Analyza them from the start
There's something good there

Your smile so gentle
All those butterflies awake
I'll dream well tonight

Even though I can't
I'll keep wishing that I can
Can't you say it's true?

Actions may be strong
But words get under the skin
Silence is key

Splash of dark night shine
Deep wishes on shooting stars
Rest your head and dream

Follow Me

Follow me,
you must keep up.
This life isn't easy,
it's going to be tough.
Wake up every morning,
paint a smile on your face.
I've been treated sour,
would you like to have a taste?
You think i'm happy.
You think i'm sane.
I sulk in reality,
this silent pain.
I run from truth,
but it always catches up.
A life far from easy,
is only going to be rough.

Hello Hope -Personification Poetry

Hello hope, so long misery;
you have over-stayed your welcome here.
In all different forms, you have shaped something that I believe in,
into nothing itself.
I've deprived myself of happiness
and you've watched so closely.
Setting myself up for a disappointment,
i'll pray hope will turn the door knob to this lifeless atmosphere,
walk in,
and drift slowly, steadily,
across the room and lay down beside a desperate soul
that's had dreams of so much more.
And we'll be still.
And we'll breathe.
And you will remind me of how I waste myself
on something so terribly beautiful.