I call myself Tainted Butterfly for simple reasons...I am a free spirit with broken wings who will never truly be able to fly. Writing is my escape from the world and truly one of my greatest loves. I only write when inspiration strikes me. Truly everything inspires me in some capacity. Words, people, life, experience. I write about many things. Some things have happened to me, somet things are written for other people, some are written out of words that need to escape my soul. If my poetry touches you, please share it. And even though I can't fly, I do hope my words fly through the world touching each person as they have touched me.... |
A new life to live
One to look upon...
I am a bee
That buzzes...
Look at that cripple on the street.
Guy don't have enough to eat...
Many people wanted to kill my dreams
Wanted them dead and gone...
She took to the sea
On her maiden voyage...
One soul
holds my heart...
Like a beacon in the night
You came into my life...
Broken wings
dead dreams...
For the longest time my soul
was so empty deep inside...
Another dawn had risen to cast its spell
of peace among the quiet mountain...
A creative soul is a rare person for so many try to be like everyone else... |
Everyday I am alive, I learn more about the true nature of people. Some people have so much good in them, they are an inspiration and some other people really have no idea the impact of their hurtful words. |
People never truly realize the impact of their words on other people until it's too late. |