Shadow of the Butterfly

Very inspirational. I could see everything quite clearly. Well done.

*mumbles quietly to herself* Well, sheesh, I wish I WERE a kiwi... but I'm just a lil ol' butterfly!

I wish you well on finding more New Zealanders.

Greetings and salutations!

I hope everyone is doing just ducky. I am called Shadow of the Butterfly, but you can call me Shadow for short. I mainly inhabit the Banquet Hall and have only recently started wandering around the other parts of our Mighty Pen. So, not quite sure how this dealio works, but I assume it's basically like a forum... you post notes to this, I post notes to other things, yes?

Well, anyways, I truly DO hope all is well. Take care of yourselves!

Regards,

The whispers of the dead

Echo through the lips of the living

We think we know what we don't

And feign attempts of ideas giving

Walking in footsteps predestined to stumble

Spouting off on soap-boxes steep

We trip and fall

Grasping at straws to keep

When black has turned white

and inside is out

New ideas may be forth-coming

Though guised in self-doubt

The whispers of the livng

Can no longer be heard well

At heaven's upheavel

Turning Terra to Hell

This poem is about post-partum depression. I, unfortunately, am going through this right now. I'm getting help though, so I suppose you could say life is getting better.

Lost in thoughts

--not my own--

I sit and ponder

Afraid and alone

Am I worthy--

Of such a treat?

A baby so good--

A baby so sweet?

Suicide is selfish

Suicide is weak

Suicide is thought of

Thoughts I cannot speak

Homicide is even worse

So ashamed, I cannot breathe

Horrible mother I must be

I think I must leave

A therapist to talk to

A friend to help me out

Some drugs to calm my hormones

I've chosen a safer route

Babies are a blessing

Of that, please have no doubt

Don't be ashamed to get help

When thoughts scream and shout

Babies are a blessing

Remember, this is true,

But please remember,

Moms are blessings, too

*fights back tears* That one struck home.

So sad.

And true.

Oohhh.... very good indeed! I liked how you had two different people here... very well done.

Sitting on the floor

With not much else to do

I fidget with a deck of cards

As I think of you

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle---cut

One card down, and then another

Until, at last, arrayed

Black and red, clubs and spades

Upon my mind they play

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle---cut

Through the deck I wiffle fast

Placing cards there and here

Grinning as I say, "Winning at last,"

And whisper in the end, for the cards will hear I fear

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle---cut

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle---cut

The cards whisper amongst themselves, determined

Now to change

Leading me to believe I win

Until they re-arrange

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle---cut

They change their faces un-checked and un-noticed

Under piles concealed they conspire

Moving and shifting, shifting and moving

I start in confusion, as one pile grows higher

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle---cut

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle---gone

The warrior's heart beats strongly

Beneath her wounded breast

Each step a battle won

Each breath has passed a test

Invisible armour, plated

Secure and well worn

Deep rents of penetration

Secure, but almost torn

The demons she battles

Come from within

Wielding deceptive daggers

Self-doubt they must win

Lancing her spirit

Bleeding her soul's heart

She cries in anguish

Her core torn apart

And upon the agonized cries

Of our fair warrior's plea

A mighty angel descends

Causing the demons to flee

Gathering up his charge

In arms garbed in white

This angel cries in sympathy

Each tear glistening light

One, then another, tear touches down

Healing the rift of pain

This warrior gathers strength:

There are other fights to gain

original

Gazing through the looking glass

Between the shimmering darkness

I wipe away the fogged forgotten

Trying to catch glimpses of what once was

I can't filter through my scattered thoughts

Ellusive at best, they defy me

Paths untraveled stretch before me

Beckoning me this way and that

Undecided and lost, I shrug and trudge ahead

Making my own path down the middle

Uncaring of what lies ahead

New

Gazing through the looking glass

Between the silvered hues

I wipe away the fogged forgotten

And finally see the new

My road has been a long one--

That brings me to this place--

No more stumbling steps

I traverse my world with grace

Between the silvered hues I step

Into this Lost Land

Searching for you here

To lend a helping hand

Grace did save me from myself

Can save you as well

If only you'd leave this road

Leading towards your personal Hell

ack, and with that, this new mommy's brain juices went splat... help me out?

Dirt beneath her ragged nails

Dark silver coloured, chipped

Greasy hair hangs in eyes gone cloudy

Black and blue her lips are ripped

Vacant stares into the future

Can't contain the past

Abused, forlorn, forgotten

This child shall not last

Sighs escape her lips

Where joyous cries use to ring

Her life and hopes downtrodden

No reasons left to sing

In life there are many seasons

Of that she had no doubt

But for seasons of second chances

Time has just run out

Worth Living For

The only thing worth living for

Often can't be found

Our heart's a thousand pieces

Fallen, on the ground

Barely enough to sustain us

Barely enough to live

So many questions burning

With no answers left to give

The years went by so quickly

The moments here are gone

Our sun has clouded over

The birds now have no song

The only thing worth living for

Is found if we could look

Not by the cover

But the pages of the book

Read between the lines

Know enough to care

Watch as leaves blow by

In the frost-filled air

Know enough to care

Love enough to give

A thousand years of breathing

And yet we do not live

Trudging through the city square

Heavy armour upon my back

I gaze upon the mirrored walls

Of the towers standing tall around me

Shimmering pools of liquid light

Branch out in all directions

My lady love lays submerged

The breath of life here, but naught

My silvered armour weighs me down

I fear I cannot reach her in time

Her long brown hair floats in waves

Around her pale, young face

Time has stolen my lady love

And it is Time's presence I seek

Wretched sobs steal my strength

As a figure emerges from the depths

Time is no friend to man

Robed in depthless white

He stoops to touch her lips

Our eyes meet

My vision blurred by tears

With a small, sad smile, Time departs

Leaving my lady

My love

Taking, in return

My life

awesome

The soft caress of a life flown by

Can be the most singular experience

Of a life yet unmade

Only one question:

is there a word missing here, or am i missing something??

He reaches out a scarred hand--a hand I

to hurt.

I wear Boysenberry Ruby lip gloss.

Can you see the sparkles?

I lick my lips and smile.

Then I dab on a bit more.

I see you looking my way.

The wind blows your hair into your eyes.

I lick my lips.

You lick yours.

I know you'd like to taste my smile--

To taste my kiss.

I walk towards you.

You walk towards me.

I smile softly.

You grin rakishly.

I close my eyes.

You lean in.

I feel your lips upon my own.

As though in greeting.

I greet you back.

You smile in surprise.

I open my eyes.

You grin and say:

"I like your Boysenberry Ruby lips."

I smile and put on a bit more.

I smile softly.

You grin rakishly...

A winter gale screams through my soul

A bitter wail escapes from clenched teeth

An eerie silence roars through my mind,

punctuated by harsh, demonic laughter.

A desperate need to flee hangs heavily

upon me

A darkness so deep that black seems like

white engulfs me like a shroud

A single beam of light I see in the distance

A yearning so intense grips me, pulls me

through the void.

The shape of a man appears in this flickering

gleam of hope

He sobs with pain in each spasm of my wounded

soul

His kind eyes regard me with compassion

I long to feel His touch upon my life

He reaches out a scarred hand--a hand I helped

to hurt.

His hand inches closer to my face; I notice

something:

A single drop of crimson appears in his palm

Then a river of life flows out

He touches my forehead--I scream

Demons screech in furry as they flee the tide

The crimson tide is a river of molten love

Love surges through my veins, cleansing my

soul

No longer am I ice; His love melted me

A new life source flow through my body

The murmur of a babbling brook replaces the

squall

A sigh of contentment escapes my smiling

countenance

The voice of a thousand angels fill my mind,

leaving me weeping with pure, unrestrained

joy

White fire has replaced my midnight skies.

The man, a stranger once, my Savior now

Smiles upon His new creation and holds me

I'm embraced in His Love, Warmth and Light

A beam of light is waiting for you

Your life may be a field of coal

But there is a diamond out there

A diamond with a pulsing warmth

Perhaps you will feel the yearning

Perhaps you will feel the need

He loves....He yearns...He needs...

You need

*grins* I dunno... just did *shrugs and poofs out*

Unsure hearts beat in rapid splendor

Oblivious of the fall they're about to take

Tears shed on pillows shared

Leave deep impressions on tarnished souls

Love does slumber beneath the breast

So masked in fear as to be thought lost

O' Love, O' Life, without one, the other ceases to be

Stewards of the soul, our hearts beat fierce

Love isn't worth having, if you're not afraid to lose it

The soft crooning of my name

Beckons me forth unto my death

Death from wakefullness

Dead to this world

The Siren of Sleep

Whispers to me of sweet lands

As yawns overtake my breath

Inky blackness swallows me whole

Inky blackness covers my vision

My eyes clouded with

The spell of this Siren

Now see with perfect clarity

That which was hidden in reality

The Siren's cold lips

Kiss my closed lids

The touch of her hand

Brings me to greater depths

Leads me towards the quiet Death

That all seek

But few ever find

With a quick grin overcoming the looming thunderclouds on her countenance, Shadow of the Butterfly bows politely before the languid lizard.

"Thank you for accepting me, darlin'." She chuckles softly as she turns to go. "Oh, and by the by... I might just consider that butterfly book... without the nails."

A small burst of light shimmers in the air, replacing the fiery draped figure there moments before, leaving our plotting lizard with his mouth open in surprise.

OOC: I've no idea the character that was in my signature... it appears, however, that the picture is no longer available.. least, not on my computer. I shall see what I can do about rediscovering it.

Thank you for accepting me, Wyvern.

*grins wickedly* I liiike, I liiike. Very very well done.

Dark branches, thin and brittle

Bare the weight of the sky upon their shoulders

Crystal clear droplets

Cling in the wind

Endowing the ebony branches with a silver sheen

"The sky is falling the sky is falling"

The wind whispers of the efforts of man

One tree bends and bows and breaks

It begins to rain harder, as the sky loses more support

Silvered tears leap down the sides of buildings

Tripping, falling, weaving

Slithering down paths made by birds in the air

The rain is cold and hard and living, breathing

Sighing through the twigs and leaves

Whispering on the sidewalk

Singing through the trees

Murmuring down the side of my face

Laughing in puddles, tittering in ponds

The silent rain speaks endlessly

In tongues of ancient love

Serenading the parched earth

Descending in mass from above

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