My life is far from perfect,
But it seems a better fit,
Now I try less to perfect,
And don't feel the need to throw a fit.
With only two to goals to perfect,
I am less likely to flit,
Insearch of perfect,
If all my energy is not used to flit.
Self-improvement will not make me perfect,
But it may make me more of a hit,
With those who look to me to perfect,
And don't like to be hit.
Looking to understand is my second goal to perfect,
Even just a little bit,
So my mistakes never land me in a mess that is perfect,
And my goal of self-improvement moves closer, more than just a little bit.
Categories:
insearch, appreciation, care, dream, encouraging,
Form: I do not know?
How beautiful thou art
Oh butterfly
Out of ecstasy at holy place as ally
Seems leisurely created by Almighty
A fascinating climax of beauty
Multiferous colours majestically
Wonderfully blended magically
Unique shades full of skill
Bestowed on thee I feel
A lesson for the artificially coated
Smoothly sitting n swinging
Tickling courting n singing
On the blooming flowers of honey
As if enticed n entertained
An incessant worker
A lesson to the shirker
The decorator in the heaven
Sent as emissary on earth
When out of vision
Insearch for thee vacantly
The more the memory lingers
The affection becomes deeper
Categories:
insearch, butterfly,
Form: Alexandrine
As the blood stained tears run down her face
eyes full of sorrow Longing for the last kiss
she leans towards in hope theres no tomorrow
falling deeper clinging like a wilting rose
she gives her lover one last kiss
as gently they embrace
before she leaves she bears her lips
upon his pale face.
Cutting deep she fills with blood within herself
she lies dying insearch of her own race,
Once a gentle breeze upon the night
From a whisper witihin the trees,
Rage seeps within dark skies
she dreams as time flies by.
Darker the Night Falls
tormented by her vicious soul
she tears away through endless pain
and creeps the walls
Left out to taste the rain
she wants to cry,all alone she wonders why?
Leaning forward bearing hands upon her head
Longing for exquisit taste her eyes turn red
she turns in haste for more blood
only deeper it runs through her veins
Silently she creeps away
as she gone insane?
once loved, is now set free
from all pain
she doesnt want you to see
dusk sets the morning dew hits the air
gone to a state of sleep
Of where shes meant to be..
Categories:
insearch, fantasy, mystery, urbanlonging,
Form: Light Verse