Butterfly Psychological Poems

In this psychological warfare,
where the fate of Romeo and Juliet 
has not discouraged lovers

I was warned,
"tread carefully, only move forward if you are prepared
to battle...

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I am not a prisoner; I am chained.
With these rusting iron chains, I am pained.
I see the butterflies flying around.
With absolutely no audible sound

I see...

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Moments 
By Michelle Morris
13/04/2021 

It's in the lonely moments that a single parent has alone in the dark at night, 
After another long day of...

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*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.

That's Close Enough

Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ......

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Please excuse my putrid frame 
Clutching my face as I collapse 
My eyes glaring red into my grasp

Silent violence 
Ever bleeding in a garden 
Like...

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It’s the flow that energizes;
from brain to paper though it changes
from sparking though to inky pools;
emanations upon the page like,
fresh blood  from a wound.
I...

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Instinctive emotional response before considered thought,
experienced salutation by proprioception wrought.
Whispers towards the required faith,
when the gut feeling is the mate.
Hesitations that determine any destination,
following the...

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I should have risen above the clouds

I should have jumped from mountain to mountain

I should have walked down from Mount Everest

I should have risen from...

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"The Odyssey of We are Centre"



Where does he come through 
with his fishing lines?
Casting off metaphors
worms of vitriol
hooked and dipped,
he’s so green backed  
rolling...

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The Cane

Not made of candy, but real wood. 
It belonged to my father’s father, 
and his father, before him. 

No, they were all good man....

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"50 Words for Poe: Foxglove"



What goes through the mind 
of Winter, when you are Autumn
just past Spring
Sometimes you’d squeeze IT
in the hot spaces left-of-centre
with the...

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I’m slowly dying ... being pillow buried alive,
and ain’t nobody’s pity coming
to prematurely save me

I fell into this death trap of my own crypt choosing,
when...

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The way the tulips dance for me
Objectify my heart for the masses
Eclipsed by effervescent rays
Twisted and torn apart like frail butterfly wings
Immortal psalms spoken to...

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Your thought-balloons are filled with wild and magical freedom ~

until madness seizes your think tank 
trapping your ceaselessly chirping ideas 
within the teeth of its...

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“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell...

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