Ok anyone out there write poetry???? Let me read something of
yours. Here is one of mine...

BUTTERFLIES

I am a pink butterfly
My wings are of rosy pink, with specks of silvery glitter on the edges.

When I float through the season's sunny skies,
I sparkle in the sunshine.
When I rest on the limb of a tree in the evening,
under the stars and the moon from heaven,
my wings glitter and become stars too.

I have floated through many seasons all alone.
I have floated and always wondered when...
When was I going to find my butterfly?
The one I would want to float with on the currents of the winds
that blow so gently on any given day.

As I was floating I fluttered passed you.
You did not see me.
I know that now.

I fluttered to you and rested my wings a bit.
I sat on your shoulder and watched you, but you didn't even know I was watching.
I know you didn't feel my soft pink wings brush against you.

I liked what I saw,
and I decided I wanted to stay for a while longer.

So there I sat.
We conversed in our own language
A language no one else could understand.
A language no one else would want to take the time to understand.
And the more we conversed the more we liked what we heard and saw,
but mostly what we felt.

And so now here I am.
I am your pink butterfly.
And you are my blue butterfly.
But no one would understand that either.

We flutter to each other when we are happy.
We flutter to each other when we are sad.
When we are sad our wings wrap around each other,
and protect each other from hurt.
Our wings cannot be broken, for then we could not fly together.
Together side by side.

I wish to flutter with you always, on any given day.
I want to rest with you on any branch of any tree when you are tired.
Just as I know you would rest with me if I was tired too.

Let your wings brush gently against mine, and I will brush mine against you.
I want to feel you next to me.

I wish for us to float through the currents of the winds,
and through the breeze of a summer's day.
I wish for us to flutter together till our wings can no longer fly.

poetry, eh? you asked for it.

I've had enough of the sadness my friend,
the suffering, and the pain,
there is an old house on the corner
weathered by wind and the rain.

The only thing that I ask of this world
is a friend or two by my side
there is a lone flower that grows through the snow
when everything else has died.

There once was a man from Peru
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe
He woke with a fright
In the middle of the night
To find that his dream had come true.

Jesus raped me in the ass one day.
It was a sad little day in may,
Jesus came out of the closet
and kind of lost it.

hahahaha oh man

"closet" and "lost it" don't rhyme, sorry blib

"closet" and "lost it" don't rhyme, sorry blib
Yes they do! "Phonetically": klosit, lostit

Safely in a bottle kept,
a ship in graceful beauty slept
No storm could ravage, rend, or mar
white sails, crisp lines, or fragile spar
It sat in patient silence, still
no wind would blow, it's sails to fill
No paint would peel, no chain would rust
imprisoned in glass, gathering dust
And then a man came by and smiled
I felt as though I were a child
"Uncork the bottle and let me see"
"It's a fine and beautiful ship" said he
We set out on that day, entranced
upon the waves, carefree we danced
Not knowing when, or where we'd dock
we blindly ran upon a rock
The man, he turned, and then he left
I stand alone, marooned, bereft

Originally posted by Vilepagan
Safely in a bottle kept,
a ship in graceful beauty slept
No storm could ravage, rend, or mar
white sails, crisp lines, or fragile spar
It sat in patient silence, still
no wind would blow, it's sails to fill
No paint would peel, no chain would rust
imprisoned in glass, gathering dust
And then a man came by and smiled
I felt as though I were a child
"Uncork the bottle and let me see"
"It's a fine and beautiful ship" said he
We set out on that day, entranced
upon the waves, carefree we danced
Not knowing when, or where we'd dock
we blindly ran upon a rock
The man, he turned, and then he left
I stand alone, marooned, bereft

Was jaunting along all light and breezy ... got to the last line and had to analyze the whole damn thing six ways to Sunday!

I love it!

do I dare trade in
a piece of my lonely freedom
for the love of you
like a once burned moth
orbiting love's candle in the night
I fear the heat
but still I'm fascinated by the flame

Lest i detest the best of the rest
to whom wrestle with fire and candy
Its spirits like this that lead me to bliss
All because mum and dad made me.

Originally posted by ~Sal~
Was jaunting along all light and breezy ... got to the last line and had to analyze the whole damn thing six ways to Sunday!

I love it!

:) Thanks Sal...love does weird things.