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I caught a butterfly, colored green with silky wings
which was not afraid, but that was mean. Such a human thing.
Delicate being, was not meant for glass made jar,
still it flew around, a couple of times, just to flaunt, and thus
I shook that cruet, to let it soar, just a little bit – nothing more,
felt like such a brute. Still not sure though why,
‘cause how can you tell one delicate butterfly
colored green, with silky wings, that it’s the most
beautiful thing.
which was not afraid, but that was mean. Such a human thing.
Delicate being, was not meant for glass made jar,
still it flew around, a couple of times, just to flaunt, and thus
I shook that cruet, to let it soar, just a little bit – nothing more,
felt like such a brute. Still not sure though why,
‘cause how can you tell one delicate butterfly
colored green, with silky wings, that it’s the most
beautiful thing.
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Confession of a misogynist
I hate hotdogs with equal relish.
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butterflies
i woke up yesterday,
and didn't cry.
i've forgotten why i used to,
why i should,
and i don't understand
when you look at me piercingly,
sorrowfully.
are you looking for my soul?
i think it blew away in the wind,
a butterfly with feathery wings
of shimmering lace,
irretrievable.
bye-bye.
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you were the infidel
i told you there is a difference between wanting to kill yourself
and wanting to die.
you said you didn't care, i could do either
and goodnight.
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i taught you how to climb a pine tree
and how to tie your shoelaces one-handed;
i sang you the alphabet backwards until you knew it by heart
(you knew me by heart).
sometimes i would weave daisies through your hair
and you would keep them there
until they wilted.
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once i dared you to scale the neighbor's fence and
bring me a tomato from her garden.
i thought you knew i wasn't serious
but you vaulted up and back over with a tomato in your hand.
you told me you would do a
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This poem was written because I wanted to clarify something. Both to myself, and to a person very dear to me. Sometimes I can't say plainly what I feel, or what I see, because quite frankly - I'm not very good at expressing myself as it is. I use poems, lyrics and music, those are the only forms I know of capturing that precise emotion and thought. This poem is the best way I found for that. I can only wish that this beautiful person will truly understand one day - what a beautiful butterfly she is.
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