an autumn colour in a sea of spring...

[onewingedbutterfly]

I am a mist

cast in the shadows

winter clouds.

I rain onto the hearth,

like frozen thorns,

and lay out,

alone and bare in the cold

until the morning sun

chases me away.

[onewingedbutterfly]

Suggestions please

So there's this guy, I like. I want to get him something but he won't let me guy anything, esp anything expensive. He loves to play guitar. So, I'm wondering if there's a way I can collect guitar picks from around the world, one from each country and give him the collection.

Any suggestions how I can make that possible?

[onewingedbutterfly]

[onewingedbutterfly]

A hundred years ago,

'twas a promise made-

to lay bare our hearts,

sheath all our clothes,

be naked-til the very soul...

we died making that promise,

born to live them in life

but lost we were in this chaos

of hatred-devilish and divine

and so we wandered,

forgetting and forgotten

a hole in our cores,

a soul to begotten.

the world moved on

and we swayed along-

made anew in its image

hearts blakened, souls charred

goals just as wicked....

until one day,

our paths crossed

souls rejoicing

it was a chance to live again...

(to be contd).

[onewingedbutterfly]

getting the monday right...

[onewingedbutterfly]

once upon the time, there used to be a difference....

[onewingedbutterfly]

the reasons why I stayed.....

#reasons #love #thoughts

[onewingedbutterfly]

#lost

#thougts

[onewingedbutterfly]

"It's the Promises not made that are are worth keeping than those that were..."

Owb

[onewingedbutterfly]

I wish to commit a sin so great....

I wish to commit a sin so great,

and see how life treats me than..

Give me all that i seek, for here-

It's the guilty that always wins...

I ll live my days- bright and sunny,

I ll cherish this life, it's rewards,while those-

That i hurt, i ll let them-

Burn right under the same sun...

I ll laugh,and i might cry joyous tears,

I ll bring and maybe destroy sandy castles...

I ll never repent, not serve my crimes, for-

They're a part of my victims' rhymes..

I ll sing, and i ll read. I might write of-

My guilt, far too old and far too weak...

I ll forget their faces and crimes i commit,

I wish to commit a sin so great, so i may live all my dreams.....

-OWB

[onewingedbutterfly]

Giving unto the storm,

I feel a sense of calm rising within...

Is it a new begininng, Or the final end,

I wonder,i wonder....

The winds are strong,

The air has a current withheld-

Ready to unleash its power,

Ready for the chaos?

I wonder, i wonder....

Once again i stand in old lanes-

Stones paved anew....

The past repeats itself, or

Is it the future too..

I wonder, i wonder....

The music my of harp,

The lyrics of my soul-

Pierce this air like a bolt,

Is it my heart that's bleeding,or the sky?

I wonder, i wonder....

-OWB

[onewingedbutterfly]

The choice..

I am both fire and ice. The calm and the storm. I am the wind as well as the rain. I can choose to be both or any. I could live as one or many. But alas, the choice has been made. And not by me.

To be contd...

-owb

[onewingedbutterfly]

we were two dreamers who dreamt the same things...you just woke up first...

[onewingedbutterfly]

Memories..

To memories that return , unapologetically, at times unexpected, catching you offguard and taking you back to a time you have been trying really hard to put behind, and nearly succeeded.

[september-stardust-deactivated2]

I tango with changes

and waltz with tradition

I whisper lullabies

and scream out ballads

I trust in uncertainty

and doubt guarantees

I am monsoon madness

and rainshower calm

I am 3 am truths

and 2 pm secrets

I am simply and

complicatedly - me.

-

1492. Monsoon Madness, Rainshower Calm

(Let me show you the discrepancies of me)

Art by _minimalista (IG), used with permission.

[onewingedbutterfly]

Abrupt endings...

It feels impossible to find any positivity within myself. Im trying. Maybe i dont have enough syrength left in me. But its difficult to feel any hope. Any happiness. There is a willful almost pleasant dullness within, that has crept into the deepest recesses of my heart. I try not to think, even when past comes knocking on my door. I try. Yet, it finds a way within. I wish to share this with someone. But I know there is none that can understand this. They run away.

The only problem here is, life still goes on. Times like this make me feel how beautiful.abrupt endings are.

[onewingedbutterfly]

Luck brought us together, love led us astray..ambition kept us distant, but life...life is where you walked away...

-owb