An Elaborately Designed Butterfly.

by Prophecies In Kodak   Sep 30, 2008

Suffice and surface, i'm not sure what it meant
to know that i had to get to the bottom where broken meets bent.
and form is not of substance, nor is glue stuck to a page
while all is slept amongst the others before the coming of their age.
i will not, shall not, cannot witness the preparation for the end
because i left you with the notion that i would not begin to beg.
but you left me with all that i knew around the edges of my face
and i can not begin to explain the ash that licks against the base.
so give me the time to tell you that it's wrong to feel so gone,
like you're swimming through the purple, you felt red for so long.
the violet fills my lungs deep and i become short of breath
as you lay me down in crickets that lavish in my steps.
and i lay my feet down in strawberry fields, plotting out my grave
feeling as if i know not what it's like to be the one who's saved.


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  • 11 years ago

    by ether

    I will always love this. Christ. It's brilliant.

  • 11 years ago

    by Cotton Candy Clouds

    The thing i didn't like is that the lines are so long. maybe divide it up into four lined stanzas? or something it was just overwhelming when i saw it

    you did a great job with rhyme! i loved how you had to read into the poem to get the message

  • 11 years ago

    by SmileeItsBritt

    "you felt red for so long"
    I'm not sure why, but I really like that part.
    Nicely written :]

  • 11 years ago

    by ether

    I don't know what it all meant. I don't know why you wrote this and I'm not sure if I could handle knowing why.
    But I do know that the sorrow in this was too much for my eyes to bear. F_ck.

    I've not once before cried reading a piece of literature.
    Well now I've once before cried when reading a piece of goddamn art.

    And though after reading this 10 times I still don't know what it all means, the mood makes up for it.
    How can a human being write something like that?

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