I live as a butterfly
Going about in my environment
Spreading happiness and infectious smiles
Where I can
And being uncaring about everything else;
The whims of the weather,
The potency of flowers,
The raging flow of river waters,
And even the songs of angelic muses!
Why, my carefreeness has a level which
Has never been reached before
I shall become a pupa
The day I shall be mystery
And my body shall be corpse
I shall then bask in the juices of this mystery
To become,
Once more,
A caterpillar
Bestowed with colors I will choose not
Inheriting the traits of a species that I will choose not
And programmed to live as the mystery will want me to
The cyclical flux of existence is beautiful
Just like a playlist that has been set on loop
But with the ending that never seems to come to a close
As new songs keep getting played,
Giving the impression that, like the universe,
The playlist keeps getting larger and larger still!
In this game of existential consciousness,
Why should I worry about the processes?
If I am a child of this subtle mystery
Should I not just blindly trust it
And keep my soul receptive
To what it would deem be best for me?
Categories:
carefreeness, life,
Form: Free verse
Aliens took her in the summer of 1997
She had nearly forgotten them
Incorporating her experiences in her dreams
Pretending it did not happen
So she could remain free and unchained
She remembered waking up on their table
Being examined by creatures with bulb like heads
She sometimes sees the dark brown orbs peering
As the aliens picked up her appendages one by one
Dropping her flesh with disdain as they dismissed each
Aliens took her in the summer of 1997
They took pieces she has never been able to salvage
They took her feelings of safety and her peace
They took her carefreeness and her uninhibited ways
Causing her to constantly be on guard and aware
She dared not speak of her abduction
If she wanted to stay free and normal
So she kept it to herself and it worried no one
Giving others the false sense of well-being
She had lost in the summer of 1997
Categories:
carefreeness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Lyric
Sea Of Love
Holidays on gilt kissed shores
In the season of suns
Is a dream after every wintery travail
With springy feet I had scoured the soft sands
Running a relays with assorted sea-shore temptations -
Corals, kites, sandy castles and my flair in sand drawing
The rising tides were luring my eyes
Abandoning kite flying that had reached the heavens
I tore off my jacket and dashed into the cucumber waters
Drowning and bobbing up with the waves
Refreshed and cheered my rosy cheeked brother and I
We screamed and screeched with the sea gulls above
In retrospect I smile at our holiday on the bohemian shores
Carefreeness and joyfulness is the essence of every holidaymaker
When the sea of life merges with the sea of love
December 11, 2015
Contest: Oil Paintings 5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
carefreeness, brother, child, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Without the warmness of your heart
Without the closeness of your soul
Without the sweetness of your touch
I am without the essentials of life
I feel cursed, alone, and desolate
My heart slowly starts to come to a silence
My soul slowly slips away into darkness
My skin becomes cold and solid
Feelings start to dull and feel numb
I scare the ones around me that love me
To save them I put on my mask
They see the empty happiness, carefreeness, and peace
When under that mask its like a negative picture
I am empty inside myself never to be whole
I will never be truely me
Categories:
carefreeness, angst, depression,
Form: Free verse