Butterfly Mental Illness Poems

She never got spoon-fed and started licking off the knives
But knives cut her tongue
Her home is in the white spaces but not the words
You claim...

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The buttery changed the subject
To lighten the atmosphere
He decided to make the object
My preoccupation with fear

The butterfly said, “Why are you afraid to give something...

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One warm Summer’s day
As I sat in my folding chair
Something caught my eyey
Something there
Something flying through the air
It was a butterfly
It did flitter and flutter...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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In closed eyes
I see her
all her beauty 
Like a butterfly she is, surrounded in her cocoon 
In time she will emerge
New
Her protective layers vanished to...

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I’m at my piano like Mercury

Trying to write a grand sweet song

It’s already painted in the windows

I’m copying off the stars

Don’t give up on us...

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Silent Wisdom

Did you see?
Did you look?
What do think?
They are so…   …   ?

Words heard directly, 
indirectly or by accident, 
but never by...

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Darting Arrows

Skippy shadows, 
at the corners of the walls, 
ceilings, and floors. 
Easiest seen by those that drink, 
do drugs, foreign or domestic. 
But they...

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Hears Me

The "mighty" power of prayer, 
can never be spoken of...
with sufficient 
glory! 
as the very "word", 
is larger than life!

His name, 
above all others...
Bowing,...

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The Storm of Ages

I was given a taste of something... sweet. 
Innocence reborn a new, 
I... am... born... again. 

While some celebrate, 
others cringe and...

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Blip

This is a short poem. 
Not a long one like the rest. 
(not haiku)
This is about time, 
and saying a lot in a small space.
Updates...

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Gathering the Bones

You must believe me, 
I am in power. 
I know what is right for you. 
Your vote put me here, 
you can not...

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 If the night ends with him in my arms, 
then I’ll cherish every moment, every minute he was in them. 
If the night ends...

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Death Beside the Road

Held in my arms, 
fragile you are... barely alive. 
I can feel your faint breath on my cheek. 
I can even somehow...

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The Fine Lady

It is the first time I can remember, 
that I cared about china. 
Which pattern to pick, 
where to buy it, 
and why....

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