#rewritten poem

[viragfold]

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[a-demons-poetry]

A faded butterfly wing in the dirt

Such fragile things were not meant to last

Hypocrisy in every one of those words

Everyday I'm more sure I'm a mimick

Mine are an illusion, just real enough to die

Their explanations always fall short

How can I be the original? It's false

Butterflies just another loose end

Weaving it's way around us in time

Surely he's clever enough to realize too

I don't know how yet, it's still impossible

As everything once seemed

[escapingthroughword]

Dreaming is a Mystery

Dreams. They are What we make them to be. They are our utopia. Our escape from reality. Our perfect worlds. They fill our heads. They romanticize The things we want. The things we desire. But sometimes…

Dreams. They have a habit, Of changing In a matter of seconds, No matter how small They start. Some into lucid dreams, Which will often fade, And others Into paralyzing night terrors, Which will often haunt. All consequences of…

Dreams. That search our subconscious. Showing us, What we strive most To hide. Revealing to us, Secrets. That, we ourselves, Refuse to accept In our waking hours. Like they are pulling Straight from the deepest parts Of our souls.

[a-demons-poetry]

I'm at my limit, all I see is the afterglow

These words will outlive me

These melting thoughts are all I know

This burning lake is all I was meant to be

An updraft is a savior at the eleventh hour

Scorching heat kisses me from below

Much stronger than my own power

Solid ground, charred feathers hide woe

Ive seen what happens there, I feel no envy

Even if I perish here, there is nothing to loose

I've proved my worth with no witnesses

I have won my own heart, despite weakness

I have won it without my true wings

It is my strength, blooming in this hostile air

Like the bluish vines dotting the blackened banks

[a-demons-poetry]

If feelings are a waste of time

I'll miss you if I blink

I spend too much time stopping to think

I've seen the me you imagined

Surrounded by pastel purple and pink

In a black and white dream

Holding thier clawless hand

As though they are some sort of guardian

As though they're complete in themselves

[escapingthroughword]

Soothing Rain

Rain. It comes in many forms. Hail. Mist. Ice. And snow.

It can rain From the inside And from the outside. It can ebb And flow like the tide Or come in sheets, Whiting out the world before you.

Nothing though, Can quite beat, Camping rain. Laying in a hammock listening, To the pitter patter, The drip    drip     drip of rain drops on the tarp, Strung up above you, Keeping you dry.

The monotonous melody Of the dripping above you Is a constant Natural ambiance, So soothing. Perfect for lulling you To sleep.

[escapingthroughword]

Safe Haven

A home. A sanctuary. A refuge. An escape. And a heaven.

A place of love. A place of joy. A place of happiness. A place of hope. And a place of fun.

A place to be yourself. A place to be free. A place to be open. A place to be a friend. And a place to learn.

Here, you find friends. You find relationships to last a lifetime. You find role models And people to look up to.

You find out who you are, The person you’re meant to be. You find your place And give back to those, Who gave to you.

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Rewritten poem