Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Butterflies

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If I could be a butterflyWith wings of dusty, butter goldAnd sunset orange, white and blackI would float along on a breezeAnd fly away, and not look back.I would join with other butterfliesGathering together on swaying grassA golden dust on emerald greenLacey wings aflutter everywhereListening to delicate doves sing.I'd follo... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression

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I wake up in the morning leaving homeThe sky a smear of dirty latte foamOn the bleak horizon, and I'm already cryingAnd I wonder about the different degrees of dying.I get to the office with shards of my heartGathering myself together so I won't break apartThrough the endless day, all the while I'm tryingTo control what I kno... More..

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