Butterflies In My Belly Forever
Biography of Butterflies In My Belly Forever
I am a victim of my childhood. Yeah, you can read those words and take that sentence any way you wish. You can decide to see me as a strong, independant, happy, healthy, loving, caring, funny and wonderful person...or you can see me as another number. Lowly and sad, disfunctional and raised like a barn cat. We are all roadmaps of where life has taken us. I have seen many things, some good, some bad. I have made good decisions and bad. Either way I am a product of my childhood, and I would not have it any other way. It is up to you to decide to see me.
Butterflies In My Belly Forever Poems
I'm a bleeding butterfly. My wings are made of glass but are strong enough to carry me. My spirit glides like the summer breeze.. Fragile yet untouched.
Pulse racing at the thought of your kiss... Can I really go thru with this? Heart beating faster with every breath, Do I have any courage left?
I Don'T Like You Anymore
I don't like you anymore. You remind me of a cancre sore. Everytime I think you're gone, Right back you come along.
There was set in life to be A diamond born, Twas his destiny. Though once he starting growing,
A Sweet Boy
I want to tell you of a sweet boy. One of the sweetest my heart has known. The things we could learn from him are so unknown. His eyes are so big and wide and brown.
Why Did My Mama Have To Die?
What is this yearning and burning in my heart? Why did God tear it apart. I watched her suffer for over a year struggling daily over her very worst fear. In my heart I did all I could, I don't understand why He would.
Glimpse Of Me
The tingle as my lips begin to swell, I know this feeling, oh yes, I know it well. Oh how my excitement builds.. Counting the beats as they pulse thru my body.
Silence So Loud
Where once was the smell of love in the kitchen, Is now filled with Silence So Loud. Where once was the sound of love and laughter is now filled with the smell of emptiness... and echoes that return what seems like forever.
Angry people, you see them all the time. On the buses, on the streets, in the grocery line. I swear I think it is hilarious to watch them huff and puff and roll their eyes and shake thier hips...
In the beginning I let you know, About angry words, and how deep they go. And what it meant to me that they not be said. As the anger in your heart began to show,
When I look around I see people around me and yet I am alone. Alone in a world that depending on how you see it will either make you or break you. The alone I have is something that takes time and God to relieve, The people in my life have done nothing but deceive.
Loneliness and solitued grasp me around my neck. I would cry but the lump in my throat combined won't let me. That lonely hole inside me is like a cavern that lasts forever, I wish my mom was here.
I sat down to write this poem. Usually that is not my style. So I am opening my mind and letting it spew.
Good And Bad
When he draws me near so many things become so clear. Tiny things become so magnified and significant. Good and bad. His hands caressing me,
Leave Me Alone.
I do not care what you have to say to me.
Your words are of no meaning.
You walk this earth yet you don't exist,
Your love for me, I must resist.
You manipulate me and you lie.
Why can't I tell you good-bye?
This awful merry go round that we are on
Noone will win.
My will is strong as the mighty oak..