Submissions by Burningbutterfly
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just write whatever comes to me
Tin Foil King
I don’t want to dream
Light lost and languid sleep
The demise of paper queens
Bow to the tin foil king
Shepherding sheep
On cliffs with bloody feet
Mothers weep
Dragons teeth sink deep
Wounds seep
infection
Perception deepens
Depending on innovation
Creation
Masterbating to factories emasculation
Take back the medication
Cracked open at seams
Hypocrisy beams
Power is leprocy
Abolish the hierarchy
I am tired
Crucify the beast
Bow to the tin foil...
Light lost and languid sleep
The demise of paper queens
Bow to the tin foil king
Shepherding sheep
On cliffs with bloody feet
Mothers weep
Dragons teeth sink deep
Wounds seep
infection
Perception deepens
Depending on innovation
Creation
Masterbating to factories emasculation
Take back the medication
Cracked open at seams
Hypocrisy beams
Power is leprocy
Abolish the hierarchy
I am tired
Crucify the beast
Bow to the tin foil...
#corruption
#oppression
#power
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In Deference to Bia and Melinoe on the Path to Tartarus
Tonight I am fortune tellers and tarot cards.
depression dressed up in red lipstick
All heavy breath
No heart
Numb
meteor showers behind cloudy skies
I will burn out before I reach out
I am to far away
(Tonight) I can feel the distance
between myself and the sun
Can feel every flame lick out from its surface
grabbing onto my skin
The clouds heavy with rain in their stomachs
Desperately trying to hold it in
The sky is black
(Tonight) I am glass empty
third bottle of the night
Blackout...
depression dressed up in red lipstick
All heavy breath
No heart
Numb
meteor showers behind cloudy skies
I will burn out before I reach out
I am to far away
(Tonight) I can feel the distance
between myself and the sun
Can feel every flame lick out from its surface
grabbing onto my skin
The clouds heavy with rain in their stomachs
Desperately trying to hold it in
The sky is black
(Tonight) I am glass empty
third bottle of the night
Blackout...
#secrets
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#emotional
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Magnifying glass
Lights reflected in images inspected recklessly
Distances distorted in pocket watches
Do you think we would have been friends
We dissect insects on operating room tables
Where did true love disappear to
They lit the ants on fire one by one with a magnifying glass
She was next in line
Patching holes in rubber bands
Fixed nothing
Distances distorted in pocket watches
Do you think we would have been friends
We dissect insects on operating room tables
Where did true love disappear to
They lit the ants on fire one by one with a magnifying glass
She was next in line
Patching holes in rubber bands
Fixed nothing
#sadness
#bittersweet
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Finding Home
I do not belong here
poolside with martinis
I did not fit there either
shared bunk beds with my ten year old son a constant fight to keep the roaches at bay
Glancing over shoulder at the times I thought I could squeeze myself in boxes ubiquitous
Only to find myself looking at loose threads and snug buttons
Edges overlapping
Pages stuck together
showing that it just. that I just. did not was not part
Proof of an otherness
As if somehow this makes being alone better
Makes the outside
okay...
poolside with martinis
I did not fit there either
shared bunk beds with my ten year old son a constant fight to keep the roaches at bay
Glancing over shoulder at the times I thought I could squeeze myself in boxes ubiquitous
Only to find myself looking at loose threads and snug buttons
Edges overlapping
Pages stuck together
showing that it just. that I just. did not was not part
Proof of an otherness
As if somehow this makes being alone better
Makes the outside
okay...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#home
#healing
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Mud pies
Tip toe over brick walls
Torn parachutes hold empty promises
X-ray vision
Can’t see through emotion
Pigeon hole prophecies
Suffocating serenity
Predictive epiphanies
Make mud pies in rebellion
Torn parachutes hold empty promises
X-ray vision
Can’t see through emotion
Pigeon hole prophecies
Suffocating serenity
Predictive epiphanies
Make mud pies in rebellion
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Bathroom mirror
my coffee tastes burnt now
Scorched tongue
Charcoal in the back of my throat
Choking on smoke
and spoiled cream
Coughing up memories
Cannot scrub your smile from retina
No matter how long I stand brushing teeth Staring into bathroom mirror
Cannot erase hands from waist
Fingertip’s pulling
Purple and blue
Skin fused
Nostalgia tissue paper thin
Torn
By spilt coffee spoiled cream
Tender
Fragile
Open
Scorched tongue
Charcoal in the back of my throat
Choking on smoke
and spoiled cream
Coughing up memories
Cannot scrub your smile from retina
No matter how long I stand brushing teeth Staring into bathroom mirror
Cannot erase hands from waist
Fingertip’s pulling
Purple and blue
Skin fused
Nostalgia tissue paper thin
Torn
By spilt coffee spoiled cream
Tender
Fragile
Open
#sadness
#breakup
#IMissYou #bittersweet
#IMissYou #bittersweet
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With you
I don’t remember how far we walked
Sunsets turned sunrise
Watches stopped
Where were you going
Tomorrow
Yesterday
Some place new
Destiny
Fate
Dust covered skin camouflage comfort
Hummingbird heartbeat
Exposed
Sunsets turned sunrise
Watches stopped
Where were you going
Tomorrow
Yesterday
Some place new
Destiny
Fate
Dust covered skin camouflage comfort
Hummingbird heartbeat
Exposed
#happiness
#hope
#vulnerability
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Too Far to Touch
Predictive redactions on carousels
Open
leaves falling on concrete
bathed in earnestness
Carpet lined corridors
frayed
Nerves
This is a dead end
The ground has to thaw before fruit will
rot
I could fall asleep out here
where the world
stops
Only stars dance too far to touch
On the precipice of
Predictive redactions on carousels
Open
leaves falling on concrete
bathed in earnestness
Carpet lined corridors
frayed
Nerves
This is a dead end
The ground has to thaw before fruit will
rot
I could fall asleep out here
where the world
stops
Only stars dance too far to touch
On the precipice of
Predictive redactions on carousels
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#misunderstood #vulnerability
#misunderstood #vulnerability
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3am
Lemons low on branches
Stale air thick with sweat
Heartbeat slow angry tight
bite of brick against flesh is fridgid
frost on front lawns
3am Lips perforating lips
Pulse Involuntarily extracted
Saccharine fermentation
Lemons low on branches
Stale air thick with sweat
Stale air thick with sweat
Heartbeat slow angry tight
bite of brick against flesh is fridgid
frost on front lawns
3am Lips perforating lips
Pulse Involuntarily extracted
Saccharine fermentation
Lemons low on branches
Stale air thick with sweat
#lust
#memories
#vulnerability
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Algorithm heartbeat
Orbital fantasies
Dreams drip
From
faucets unused
Upside down purple chandeliers
Lust licks at staircase
Banister camouflages Hand grenade
Fear not The Games played on rooftops
Stopwatch
Grandfather clock
Tic toc
thumbtacks fill holes
Short circuit eye sockets
Like that could make you see
We bleed
paint
Art
Love
Sex
Masterbation in watercolor
Blowjobs in oil pastel
charcoal would be better
Hungry lips and hooded eye...
Dreams drip
From
faucets unused
Upside down purple chandeliers
Lust licks at staircase
Banister camouflages Hand grenade
Fear not The Games played on rooftops
Stopwatch
Grandfather clock
Tic toc
thumbtacks fill holes
Short circuit eye sockets
Like that could make you see
We bleed
paint
Art
Love
Sex
Masterbation in watercolor
Blowjobs in oil pastel
charcoal would be better
Hungry lips and hooded eye...
#art
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Waves of wilderness pummel toward us
Vast emptiness awaits
Paper boats lost on the ocean
We stood in line for hours
Lovers and saxophone players
Milk carton girls in magazines
The last show was sold out
We turned around
went home
The bathtub looked miles away
Ashes ground into carpet turned blanket
Wrapped up in the illusion of safety
White noise
Car horns
Endless traffic
Target practice makes perfect sense
You talk in circles
They worship the words ...
Vast emptiness awaits
Paper boats lost on the ocean
We stood in line for hours
Lovers and saxophone players
Milk carton girls in magazines
The last show was sold out
We turned around
went home
The bathtub looked miles away
Ashes ground into carpet turned blanket
Wrapped up in the illusion of safety
White noise
Car horns
Endless traffic
Target practice makes perfect sense
You talk in circles
They worship the words ...
#art
260 reads
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Unsure
I watch a cockroach crawl across the lace scallops on the bottom of my bra
the part where your fingers used to trail softly, I try to hold back tears
Unsure
if I am crying because of you
or the roaches
maybe it is only that I can write comparisons
how you both touch my intimate things/thoughts
touch me while I sleep
that bring tears.
You are gone
the cockroach remains
Your touch no longer covering his
my relationship with the roach
now more intimate
than the one I...
the part where your fingers used to trail softly, I try to hold back tears
Unsure
if I am crying because of you
or the roaches
maybe it is only that I can write comparisons
how you both touch my intimate things/thoughts
touch me while I sleep
that bring tears.
You are gone
the cockroach remains
Your touch no longer covering his
my relationship with the roach
now more intimate
than the one I...
#sadness
#honesty
#bittersweet
348 reads
6 Comments
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