tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83782799129622624502011-04-21T22:25:47.352+02:00butterflypersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16684969229210032127noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378279912962262450.post-72020737032728414662009-01-15T20:26:00.002+01:002009-01-15T20:29:30.570+01:00a sickly smell fills my lungs,<br />flashes of light disturb my eyes,<br />the corridors seem never ending,<br />my thoughts just stop,<br />my heart is pending,<br />dreading to cut the corner of fact,<br />i linger,<br />one foot in front of the other,<br />i hinder,<br />my feelings sparse as i struggle to my find my voice,<br />but somehow it has gone,<br />tears never come out,<br />looks like i have not won.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378279912962262450-7202073703272841466?l=butterflyperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflypersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16684969229210032127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378279912962262450.post-1993412156001319172008-11-21T17:21:00.000+01:002008-11-21T17:24:02.547+01:00Dark eyes like my soul,<br />Sharp mouth like my conscience.<br />White face like my name,<br />Slender figure like my diminishing faith,<br />all the same,<br />uneven teeth like me past,<br />It is a mirror, it is me,<br />Break the mirror, break it fast.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378279912962262450-199341215600131917?l=butterflyperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflypersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16684969229210032127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378279912962262450.post-79084286975186811382008-11-21T17:11:00.000+01:002008-11-21T17:18:12.989+01:00lost without a cause,<br />twirling in despair,<br />trying to reach out,<br />but to whom can I shout?<br />Falling...<br />air whizzing by,<br />sea looks deep but soft,<br />grasping empty branches.<br />cliffs look smaller, farther away,<br />music is too loud but no sound,<br />would I ever be found?<br />thoughts rush, nothing sticking<br />the smell is sickling<br />as so my blood is trickling<br />familiar faces,<br />paces<br />traces<br />braces<br />aces and<br />cases<br />Falling...<br />clothes are tearing,<br />eyes are glaring,<br />thoughts are non-sharing,<br />When?<br />face as white as clouds,<br />as I see myself surrounded by mouths,<br />talking, miming and singing<br />past memories. Is that what it means?<br />I am not falling anymore...<br />I have fallen. Alone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378279912962262450-7908428697518681138?l=butterflyperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflypersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16684969229210032127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378279912962262450.post-64816979669490893492008-11-21T16:45:00.000+01:002008-11-21T16:50:42.253+01:00sitting in the sun,<br />breeze through my hair,<br />smile on my face,<br />somehow the world seems fair,<br />so many green- so many trees,<br />they are just faking wilderness- its just a tease,<br />as i see different faces,<br />going along with different paces,<br />I wonder again about trees,<br />are they fake?<br />or are they there for human's sake?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378279912962262450-6481697966949089349?l=butterflyperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflypersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16684969229210032127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378279912962262450.post-70999766132730630772008-11-21T16:40:00.000+01:002008-11-21T16:43:15.736+01:00Angry and pissed, I want to kill,<br />God hold my hand, make me stop,<br />Urging for a battle, to confront,<br />With a sword in my hand and protection on my head<br />I charge on the sand<br />I run and run and run,<br />My back is scorched from the sun,<br />I search for the enemy, and then I see,<br />That the person I am searching is me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378279912962262450-7099976613273063077?l=butterflyperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflypersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16684969229210032127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378279912962262450.post-85514832378943832262008-11-21T16:37:00.000+01:002008-11-21T16:39:45.971+01:00So many things in my head want to come out,<br />if it had its own voice it would scream and shout,<br />So i fight my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">existence</span>, I stagger,<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Existence</span> fights back and wins with a dagger.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378279912962262450-8551483237894383226?l=butterflyperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflypersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16684969229210032127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378279912962262450.post-9231219857998518332008-11-21T16:22:00.000+01:002008-11-21T16:36:01.145+01:00Light as a butterfly<br />heavy as a rock,<br />so I shall come down<br />as fast as a shocks<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378279912962262450-923121985799851833?l=butterflyperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>butterflypersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16684969229210032127noreply@blogger.com0